One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

Warning : contains a sweet, but tough female lead and a morally grey grumpy billionaire who is absolutely obsessed with her. *Dahlia I was raised by a chronically optimist woman. Though we did not have much in terms of material possessions, she made sure I understood that life was far more than what you did and did not have. She was my rock, my whole world. A world that came crashing down when she got involved in a car accident that left her in a coma. I would do anything to save her, even sign my soul away to her estranged family in exchange for help with medical expenses. They want me to marry someone as part of a business deal. I would marry the devil himself it meant that I could see my mother smile again. *Damien They tell me having an eidetic memory is a gift, but it is nothing short of a curse when every single painful detail of my life has been seared into my brain forever. Sure, my mind has helped me build an empire worth billions from nothing, but the demons still haunt me, caging me within shadows I could never escape. Until I meet her. She is my angel, my saving grace, and I will do anything to keep her. Even if I have to go against everything I stand for and marry her. But will she reciprocate my feelings when she inevitably sees me for the devil I truly am? (Book #1 in the Billionaires Obsessed series) Contains dark themes, mature content and violence. Reader discretion is advised. Highest Rankings- #1 in morallygrey (14/11/24) #1 in grumpy (12/12/24) #1 in ceo (30/04/25) #1 in villain (26/05/25 #2 in obsessed (08/03/25) #2 in slowburn (12/12/24) #3 in marriage-of-convenience (16/04/25) #3 in darkromance (29/08/25) #6 in dark (22/11/24) #6 in possessive. (31/08/25)

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

"Beg for it." He growled in my ear, making heat shoot straight to my core. "Never." I hissed back as his fingers moved faster inside me. His chest was pressed against my back, hand dipped into my skirt, panties pulled to the side. I wanted to come so badly, but I would never give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg. --- Violett Moore finished college over a year ago, yet she was still jobless. Of course, she was still living the life with the money her brother sent her every month, but she wanted something of her own. Hard earned money from a good paying job. When he brother tells her that there may be an opportunity for her, she couldn't be more ecstatic, until she finds out who's hiring. Roman Drakos, CEO of the Drakos Co. conglomerate that owns most of the media outlets in LA, some film studios, and the most prestigious marketing firm. He's also her brother's best friend. She's never met him, but she already knew she wouldn't take the job. This was just another handout and she wanted to work for it. Little did she know that Roman wasn't giving away any handouts and would indeed make her work for it, even if she had to beg for it. TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 97,431 ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story contains mature content such as foul language, some violence, & sex

Emilia "Mila" Ferretti never expected to inherit her sister's fate. When Daniella dies tragically, Mila becomes the replacement bride for Dominic Kane: the ruthless heir who was promised a Ferretti wife. Facing her family's financial ruin, Mila has no choice but to marry a man she barely knows. But Dominic harbors a twisted secret: he never wanted Daniella. He's always wanted to claim Mila, the woman he's been in love with for years. And now that she's his, he'll destroy anyone who tries to take her away.

"What I do to you, is no one's business but mine." He seethes in a low tone, watching me carefully as my teeth grind together in anger. • • • Rogues and Royals never mixed. The royal family was run by nothing but cold hearts and merciless hands. I, Everleigh Holloway, wanted nothing to do with those murderers hiding behind gold platters and shiny jewels. But my fate was inevitable. A rogue, mated to the crowned King Nikolas Castellano II. You could only laugh at it. He was a man with no humanity in his eyes, no life, no feelings or even an ounce of remorse, and I was just another spawn in his game of chess.