Complete story✔️ Soraya On my 25th birthday I'm going to take over my father's throne. I know that in order to keep my seat as the Donna of the Eastern Italian-American Mafia secure once the power is passed to me, I need loyal allies. To gain them, at my father's insistence, I'm going to offer my hand in marriage to a suitable husband of my choosing. Only fools would involve their hearts in something like this. It is going to be a business deal, not a love match, for my heart has been shattered and never healed. Let the search begin. Rafael I was born to lead the Northern Italian-American Mafia. I relish in the violence and bloodshed that come with the Don position. And yet I'm missing something vital. Her. It's been 5 years since I've last seen my little Star. She avoids me like the plague, cursing the day she's met me, and with good reason. But tonight, we're both in the same place and all the bottled up feelings I have for her broke free. I've heard she's looking for a spouse, but I'm not going to allow another's ring to slip on her finger. This is the perfect oportunity to make her mine again. Let the chase begin. When a war sparks into existence into the crime world, and big secrets are revealed, will their love be strong enough to win against all obstacles? Read and find out. **** EXCERPT ~I can't help myself, I turn her around. And the moment she looks up to me, the moment our eyes connect, I know I cannot let her go, not again. I should, I know that I should. But when I hold her like this, everything in me screams that she's mine, made for me...~ **** Tropes: arranged marriage, childhood best friends, childhood sweethearts, secondchance. Why would you read it: • brooding, possesive, protective, dark haired male MC. •badass female protagonist •mafia wars. •smut.smut.smut •soft dom •accents •his love language is acts of service WARNING:Violence. Foul language. Drug use. Murder. People trafficking. Rape mentioning. Heavy explicit

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 What happens when two completely different worlds full of sadness, jealousy, love, hate, and temptation meet each other? 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 is a closed-off girl with a talent for drawing. She's sassy, and quiet but still aware of her confidence. One night her life changed drastically which made her want to kill herself. But someone came and saved her before she could do it and that was... 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐜 is the heir of the American Mafia. He is known for his mysterious personality and his appearance which makes every girl drool for him. One day, his father told him to protect the last heir of the Latin American Mafia, Mikayla Rodriguez. And if he refuses to do it he will not be the next heir of the American Mafia. But protecting her is not the only thing Alec does. --- "Mikayla, I told you to shut up!" he hissed as he pressed me against the wall. The proximity between us was so close that could smell his mint breath. "What if I don't want to? What are you going to do?" I whispered as I heard footsteps coming closer to the bedroom. I looked up at him waiting for him to answer but what I didn't expect was him doing this. He smashed his lips on mine. I was taken aback by his action. He moved his lips, but I didn't because I was shocked. I didn't know what to do. He moved his hands to my waist and tightened his grip there. He was about to pull away from the kiss, but I pulled him back down by wrapping my hands around his neck and connecting our lips again.

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.