I was infatuated with her. Her soft skin, that needed my touch. Her body, that needed by hold. And her heart, that needed to be with mine. Lucifer.

What would you do if your fiancée wanted a divorce, threatened to leave and cheated on you, all during your biggest match of your career? You keep her locked up and teach her a lesson, of course.

|| UNDER CONSTRUCTION 2023 || He gripped my cheeks forcefully opening my mouth as I panted, "Excuse you?" My cheeks burned at his warm touch, and I gulped. "I-I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again." I choked out. He bent down to my level, and whispered into my ear, "You are mine, and only mine." I nodded, "Yes, sir. I am yours." His sexy smirk tugged at his lips, "Good girl."

SLIM © 2016 "I wonder what they'd think of me now." ●●● Contains sexual content, mature language, and alcohol. Maybe some fifty shades of grey shit, but not really. Book #1 **CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING**

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED AS CAPTIVE OF HIS BED. IT WILL BE REWRITTEN UNDER A DIFFERENT PEN NAME WITH A NEW PEN NAME A A DIFFERENT PLOT. When Emilie catches her boyfriend of three years cheating on her, it sets in motion the cataclysm for her to explore her darkest, deepest fantasies. In a realm where lust knows no bounds, Asher Corvington, the Devil of Manhattan and Connor Hill, the Playboy Baron emerge as the enigmatic figures of her sexual awakening. Soon, Emilie finds herself working with Asher to reform his public image after a toxic leak at one of his manufacturing plants leads to a massive environmental disaster. But amidst the glitter and wealth of the upper echelons of Manhattan, where every whispered secret is a currency of power, Emilie is aware that should her plunge into a world of decadent pleasure become public knowledge it could unravel the carefully cultivated "good girl" façade she's worn for years. The two men she shares filthy nights with could be her ruin. A PR princess... A Devil... And a filthy Baron what could go wrong?

[This story is unedited and is full of mistakes. It will be edited in the future] Ethan Monroe, 26, not your average billionaire Playboy. Work and family is his life. Erica Williams, 24, not your average poor girl. Work and independence is her joy. Family is what's missing in her life. Find out if Ethan and Erica fight against the odds to make it work or will the mysteries of the past blow them away.

"Time is up, I AM CLAIMING WHAT IS MINE!" His voiced shattered throughout the entire tower. He has found me and claiming what is his; me. "Sire please, she not even 21 yet. Please let her stay for the year!" My father pleaded for my life but it was no use. I belong to him. Silence crept through the house before loud banging from large footsteps crept from the staircase. The pleading did not work. He was coming for me. .... BOOM! The large sealed oak door broke down with a simple kick from the notorious beast. I ran to the corner for protection but to no avail. He was taking me to my new life. ------------ My destiny was written before I existed. My family bloodline held much respect throughout generations, we were a perfect fit to be married off to the Vincenzo family. The largest mafia group to rule all of Europe and parts of America. They controlled everything since the beginning of time. So when my ancestor agreed to marry off his 8th grandchild off to the leader of the Vincenzo clan; it was a victory for the family. I am the 8th grandchild. My life now belongs to the Vincenzo clan.

"I'll let you go tonight, Amore, despite your lies. I've decided to stay in town for a while longer so I am...positive that we'll be together again. Goodnight, Adrienne." Suddenly he let me go. I wobbled a bit before regaining balance and walked away from him. Right as I made it to the entrance, something possessed me to look back at him-one final time. He watched me go with a mischievous smirk. When we made eye contact, he shot me a wink before sitting at the bar. He was right. This won't be the last time I see the Devil reincarnated Christian. --------

"I kill for living" I said seriously expecting the beauty before me to back away in fear. I leaned close towards her and brought my face just inches away from her beautiful pinkish face. "Kill? Kill what?" She frowned. I internally hit my forehead at the raising annoyance. She didn't back away from the closeness, in fact she did not observe it at all. She was too much into the conversation. "Of course I Kill people. I'm not into poultry to raise and kill chicken." I scoffed and leaned in closer to intimidate her. I was expecting her to shriek, cry, yell and run away far from me but What I got in response was what exactly you expect from the beauty. The unexpected answer. "So you clean too. Nice." She told herself with a smile and a appreciative nod. "Goodness, What and why would I clean?" Furrowing my brows in confusion and utter disbelief, I shook my head to compose myself. "You said you kill people. You kill bad people to do welfare to the Earth so you are cleaning away dirt right?" That did it. I, Demyan Lev Petrov, the most powerful, ruthless and dangerous king of Mafia, accept that I lost the argument to her. Zinnia Mae White, the most innocent and a mental girl I ever got lucky to meet. That crazy girl doesn't know whom to fear and whom not to. The day she entered my life was the day my happy, bloody, dangerous life, she turned it, crushed it and made me lose my sanity with everything she does and says. But Damn, I love that in her so much. I love her This mental, fickle minded, school teacher of mine! My Zinnia, My insane solace.