𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

| Book 2 | Of The Wicked Games Book Series "Look at me" he demanded, grabbing my chin with force. "You're still mine." His fingers dig into my thigh, a painful reminder of his presence. "Do you understand me?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Say it," he whispered. "I won't." I flinched, trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened more. "Don't try to run mami," his lips trailed down my neck sending shivers down my spine. "You can't escape me." His lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear, "Say it," he repeated, his voice a seductive caress. "Tell me you're mine." "I..." I began, my voice a soft whisper. I couldn't finish the sentence. I was too distracted by the way he nipped at my skin, a painful bite that sent a jolt of unwanted pleasure through me. "Say it," he urged, his voice laced with amusement. "Or I'll make you." MATURE CONTENT! 18+ ⚠️ Cover by me :)

BOOK 1 MATURE CONTENT 18+ Read at your own risk I slowly lifted the thin long sleeve over her head and she sat up a little in the process to help me. As if I wasn't hard enough her pierced hard brown nipples stood straight out begging to be touched. I brought my left hand up to rub and pull on one of her nipples making her release a low moan. I attached my lips to the other sucking on it and flicking my tongue at it getting a good shake out of her. My hand that wasn't busy made its way into the band of her shorts to find she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. "Traviesa." I say meeting her lips with mines again as I swiped two fingers along her soaking wet slit. "Fuck neonata, you're so wet." I say against her lips and she bit back a moan at my words that clearly affected her. I then dipped a finger into her tight hole and she attempted to clamp her legs shut only for me to push them back up so they were bent at her sides. I sent a harsh slap to her inner thigh close to her clothed pussy startling her but she moaned at the feeling. - A story in which a young naive girl gets affiliated with Mateo Ayala-Ricci with many skeletons in the closet RANKINGS ⭐️: #1 in Cartel #2 in Rich #3 in illegal #5 in Agegap #8 in submissive #7 in blackgirl #2 in mobster #9 in drug #13 in Don #25 in BWWM ©Copyright 2021. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie- on wattpad.com. Thank you.

"I love you more than yesterday,and less than tomorrow"

5 months, fake fiancé that's all right? "I know I said we would forget it ever happened but I don't want this to end." - Killian 1 42 in #fakefiance - recorded 09/07/2022 4 out of 1000+ in #fakerelationship - recorded 19/09/2022 3 out of 1000+ in #officeromance - recorded 24/08/2022 2 out of 1000+ in #bwwm - recorded 13/08/2022 3 out of 1000+ in #fakelove - recorded 24/08/2022 3 547 in #secretcrush - recorded 24/08/2022

𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦, 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚?" "𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ... Celine Grant is a college student at the University of New York. Ever since she'd learn how to write and read, her biggest dream was to become a thriving author. But being that's a quite common dream amongst people, it's been a struggle. She finds herself often stuck in the shadows of her peers, her skills always being overlooked. But when a news article becomes desperate for some information on the infamous Billionaire, Matthew Benedict, she decided this is her opportunity. Little had she known, there was a reason bedsides his arrogant attitude that people went out their way to avoid the billionaire. And certain things should stay covered... ... Trigger warnings: KIDNAPPING, SLIGHT STOCKHOLM-SYNDROME, Drugs and Alcohol abuse, use of hard drugs, foul language, mature scenes, extreme toxicity, very light bdsm, mentions of self-harm, obsession, smoking, dubious consent, cheating, Domestic abuse, abuse, signs of anxiety, Gang related violence, homophobia, mentions of statutory rape, mentions of a miscarriage, sexual coercion, murder, cheating, manipulation, mature sex scenes, unprotected sex, rough sex, kinks, torture, blood. [BWWM]

"You are my first, only and last love. And I'll never letting you out of my sight." Jules finds herself in trouble when she snitched on a gang that had killed an innocent man in Italy. She then found that she has just pissed off one of the most powerful man: Leone Monte, the leader of the Sicilian Mafia! Despite how ruthless man is by , keeping her in Italy, Jules's life is spared. However, Jules will have to agree to be the mafia's leader arm candy for the purpose his own personal gains until he will let her go home. As time goes on, Leone desire for Jules grows and his desperation for her bubbles form the surface. Jules will have to find a way to survive under the mafia's clutches.

When rising defense attorney Sienna Carter is forced to defend a crime lord's son, she lands in the sights of Cassio Falcone the ruthless Italian Mafia Don. To keep his empire safe, Cassio gives her a choice: marry him or lose everything. Trapped in a deadly game of power and passion, Sienna vows to hate him-but Cassio is dangerously obsessed. And in a world where love is a weapon, falling for the villain might be her biggest mistake.

𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫, Book 1 in 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 a dark enemies-to-lovers gang/mafia romance by 𝐊. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊. 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 One of the most feared and deadly syndicates in all of Italy. Whispers of their names alone sent shivers down the spines of even the boldest criminals. But among them all, none cast a longer shadow than 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐀-the leader, the weapon, the son of the oldest Russo, and the most brutal soul in the underworld. He wasn't a monster carved from myth. He was worse-human. A man built like a god, carved by rage, and cursed with eyes like the original Gorgon. They didn't turn people to stone anymore... but they froze them just the same. An arms trafficker. A tactician. A tyrant. Medusa wasn't born from the Echoes of Olympus-he forged them with blood and fire. But he wasn't the only myth walking in flesh. She had spent a year running from her past, a year choosing every day not to end it all with a blade across her veins. She could have vanished. But instead, she reached out with bloodstained hands-back into the shadows where it all began. Her name was spoken in the underground like a curse. 𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄-the black-haired goddess. Unpredictable. Unyielding. A tormentor of tormentors. And a woman with nothing left to lose. Now, both rulers of the dark are forced into a fragile alliance-two myths wrapped in flesh, carrying fire and fury in their veins. And they just happen to share the same enemy. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Strong langue - Sexual content - Violence

|MOVING TO GALATEA| Love was dangerous. The mafia even worse. She never expected to face both at once. Being kidnapped by her ex-boyfriend and becoming a mafia wife was never on Catalina's bingo card. But surviving the Mafia Games isn't just about playing deadly-it's about becoming the danger. With secrets lurking in every shadow and loyalties as fragile as glass, Catalina soon discovers that winning these games-and following her heart-may be the least of her worries. ~Book 1 of the Mafia Royalty Series~