FIRST OF ALL ................ 4rt_sgr on instagram for the picture on the cover. beautiful picture. love it ! ORGANIZED BY WHO'S ON TOP AND WHO'S ON BOTTOM, LABLED BEFORE THE CHAPTERS this is the second book of smut, dont forget to check out the first book. first book is not organized from the bottoms & tops like this one. smut. top mike, bottom mike, top will, bottom will. all of it, thank you.

As if five bodyguards weren't already enough, Léonel's father assigned him a sixth. This one carried a different purpose entirely. Spoiled and reckless as ever, Léonel took it as nothing more than a bait to his own amusement, blind to what was about to unfold. A slow burn full of comedy, sharp sass, and passion-all twisted together with just the right amount of angst. jaeslut, 2026

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.