Alan Romano was only seventeen when his father was murdered, and the boy, he had been died with him. His revenge was ruthless, bloody, and absolute-leaving only one witness behind: Aveline. A quiet five-year-old girl with candy-sticky fingers... and eyes that looked at him as if he weren't a monster. He should have walked away. But he didn't. He made a promise. Now Alan is trapped between two worlds-the rising chaos of the mafia he's inheriting, and the child he's sworn to protect at all costs. What begins as duty twists into something darker: a possessive, consuming obsession to be the only person she trusts, the only one she needs, the only place she ever turns. As Aveline grows, so does Alan's devotion-warped, fierce, and inseparable from the violence and shadows inside him. And when she turns eighteen, the line he swore he'd never cross finally shatters... dragging them both into a world of obsession, sin, and a love born from promises he will keep at any cost.

Book 2 of the Wolfe Series ||WARNING|| There will be mature content in this book. ~~~ "Hey, I don't think you can smoke in here." I tell the mysterious man. He looks at me dead in the eyes and takes another puff of his joint before speaking. "I don't recall needing your permission." Well someone's in a crabby mood. "No need to be mean." I cross my arms and snap out my hip. My long curls falling down my shoulders. "No need to be in my business." I roll my eyes and he smirks at me like he finds this amusing. Get a load of this guy. ~~~ Amelia Daisy Parker "Lia", had just recently moved to New York, after her parents passing, to finish college. She didn't want a reminder of her terrible childhood that her parents brought her, especially her father. She cried when she had to leave Italy at the age of six for a job her dad had gotten in Tennessee. She couldn't quite remember why she was so sad, but she knew she didn't want to leave. She soon bumps into a tall, dark haired, green eyed man at a college basketball game who seems all too familiar. She wants to know him, but at the same time she doesn't. He's rude and grumpy all the time. He knows her, but she doesn't know that. Or at least, doesn't remember. She's all sunshine on the outside and he's all cruel both inside and out. There's no way they'll work. But she soon finds out that he was the very reason that once upon a time, she was a happy and giddy child. That once upon a time...she loved him.

They say a woman like me shouldn't love a man like him. I'm too loud. Too volatile. Too willing to burn everything down just to make a point. But Matthias Moretti didn't pick me for my sweetness. He picked me because I'm the only woman in this cursed city who can take his violence, match his obsession, and ride him like owning him is a birthright. He was supposed to be a holiday sin I'd laugh about later, a sweat-soaked distraction I used to bury my past. Then one savage little truth blew the floor out from under me and everything we built. Now he's tearing apart his own empire trying to drag me home, razing anything that stands between us. He shouldn't worry. I'm not hiding. I'm waiting.

She felt the heat of his body at her back before she saw his hand. His fingers grazed her skin, just barely, as he found the zipper and slowly, so slowly, pulled it up. It wasn't just a zip. It was a claim. A warning. "I should break his nose for looking at you the way he did," he whispered at her ear. "But that wouldn't be enough." Her breath caught. He hadn't touched her, not really. But it felt like too much. Like he'd branded her. "And you," he went on, voice low, lips grazing the curve of her neck without touching, "walking around this place in nothing but that swimsuit... you knew what you were doing." She swallowed hard. "Maybe I did." His hands lingered at her waist, holding her in place. Possessive. Undeniable. "You like making me jealous," he said, voice husky. "But just remember, Chloe... jealousy makes me dangerous." ***Content Warning*** This story contains mature themes including sexual content, emotional manipulation, morally complex relationships, cheating, and adult language. Reader discretion is advised RECOMMENDED FOR AGES 18+ Copyright Disclaimer © MaryRose 2025 This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without the author's express written permission.

The office was quiet, I pressed against him on his lap until he shifted me onto the desk, shoving papers and pens aside to make space. He held me steady from behind, hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. My nails dug into the wood, and I gasped, every movement making me burn with heat. "You're so tight," he groaned, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder as he pressed deeper. I moaned, chest flush against the desk, rocking back instinctively. "So good... only for me," he whispered, lips brushing my neck, fingers digging into my waist, voice thick with need. I shivered at his words, pressing back into him, feeling every pulse, every movement of his body against mine. "I'm so close..." he muttered, each thrust deeper, harder, every groan dragging me higher. A knock on the door made me freeze, but he didn't stop. "I'll be there in a minute," he told to the person at the door, one hand lightly pressing my mouth. "Quiet, or there'll be consequences later." I whimpered, hips pressing against him, His voice cut through, De Sousa series 1 "You feel so good... so fucking good Bellisima"

❝I want you so bad.❞ I tease him while trailing my hand up his white buttoned shirt feeling his abs. "Ms. Rose.." His voice was soft and sweet when I lowered myself down to his sleek black dress pants. "We shouldn't do this." He sighed looking down at me as I look up at him as well. "I know, but I want to." "I want to feel all of you Elijah." I unbuttoned his shirt revealing himself to me as I kept myself on my knees. His body was absolutely stunning, chiseled but soft toned abs. "V-Ms. Rose." He groans as I kiss and lick every muscle throughout his body. "Stop talking and let me touch you." I go back up to his face to kiss his wet pink lips. Elijah moans softly in my mouth as I swirled my tongue all around. Slowly, I take both of his pale hands as I still kiss him and put his touch on the back of my zipper. He knew quickly what he was suppose to do, so he unzips my dark red dress and pulls off the dress showing myself to him as well. "Oh..my" He cleared his throat as he saw my cleavage popping right in those dark blue eyes. I never thought I would've grown sexually attracted to my own professor. "Elijah? what the hell is going on in there" Highest rankings # #1 passion #1 slowburn #1 temptation #1 smallagegap #1 risky #1 seduction #2 chancellor #7 unholy #33 hidden #40 badgirlgoodboy #76 tension

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚." Natalia glared at Lorenzo and tried crawling away from him once more, every cell in her body screaming for her to run as far away as she could. "How many times do I need to cum before you're satisfied?" Natalia panted against him, desperate noises leaving her mouth as the sixth orgasm started building in the pit of her stomach. Lorenzo pulled her closer when he sensed the girl crawling away, ignoring her whimpers as he grew rougher. "Until you realise this is a punishment, not a reward." "And when has excessive orgasms ever been a punishment?" "Let's see if you'll think the same in a few hours." ❦ Natalia Martin was simply on a work trip. Simply on a work trip when she happened to meet Lorenzo Valiente, not knowing that kissing him would change her life, not knowing that taking him to her hotel room would change her life, not knowing that offering him to stay would change her life. But neither had Lorenzo. Lorenzo Valiente hadn't expected that having sex with the strange woman would force her into hiding and that he'd feel compelled to take her in and undo what wrongs he had done by accidentally putting a bounty on her head. His status as capo dei capi had never affected the clueless women he fucked until then. And it was not like he had intended to put a million-dollar bounty on the young successful career woman's head. He just thought that her eyes were pretty. That her dimpled cheek was cute. And that her bright smile made his heart skip a beat.

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

Hold on darling. ------ "Tell me what you want, Hayden." She whispered in my ear and my body got chills all over, I'm surprised I didn't shiver underneath her. "Do you want me to touch you, sweet boy?" Her hand pulled the string of my sweatpants loose and as I frantically nodded my head at her question she slid her hand inside my pants and boxers as well. "Yes please, please touch me Mommy," I beg not caring if I sound so desperate at this point, I mean she's already seen me at my lowest so why should I even keep holding back. ------- Hayden Meadows 20 6'5 An orphan for 6 years. Skinny, but strong, beautiful black hair, and Hazel eyes. Races cars and rides a motorcycle. Almira Lake 18 5'5 A lonely girl that needs a friend besides her. Cute little nose, light brown hair, and black-ish eyes, likes cuddling and having late night conversations.