"Show me. Teach me how to love again." SEQUEL TO 'THE MAFIA'S STRIPPER'

"Do you need something sisi?" "No. But you need me."

"Shut up or I'll shove my dick so far down your throat -" "You sure it will reach that far?" "You know what? I think I want that dance now."

Ivy, Grey and Arrow are finally back in Sin Sity but things are far from normal. Ivy has left her old life behind and thrown herself head first into the world she's been running from since she was a child. With her sister by her side, and some new unlikely allies, Ivy fights to stay out of her fathers grasp. But as gang members disappear, and cryptic letters and packages show up on their doorstep, the endgame of this plan is beginning to look more and more bleak. Meg's life, Grey's life and Arrow's life hang in the balance and the anticipation is making Ivy crazy. She thought she could do this. She thought she could beat this. She thought that love would conquer all. But what if it doesn't? *** The blood on his hands stains my thighs. My pearly skin turning crimson under his touch. And I knew I should feel disgusted. I mean fuck- he'd just killed a man in front of me. But I wasn't. Maybe that said more about me than about him but I didn't care. Not as his hands squeezed my skin and his teeth caught my ear lobe. But he pulled away after just a moment. Arrow tugged me up until we were standing pressed together. Ignoring the body lying lifelessly on the floor of the basement. Arrow walked us backwards toward to the stairs. He turned me around when we reached the first step. We didn't speak as we ascended the staircase and walked straight to the bathroom. Arrow turned on the water, and stripped my clothes before stripping his own. Steam billowed into the bathroom as we stepped into the glass shower. We moved into the water and his lips found my neck. He kissed gently as I watched the pink water swirl around the drain. The door to the shower opens and I turn. Grey's dark eyes give nothing away as he moves to us. He reaches around me to peck Arrow on the mouth, then leans down to capture my mouth in a brutal kiss. He pulls away and smiles down at me. "I love when you're already wet for me, angel."

When Ivy Lancaster, a young and successful publisher, saves a family farm in an old rundown town, her life is flipped on its axis. Her charity puts her on the radar of the man who runs all of Sin Sity. His gang has had the city on lockdown for years, and he's at the heart of it all. And now, she's been pulled into this life too. One she never expected. The one she'd only read about in books. Alongside him and his bestfriend, she'll have to learn how to survive this new life she's been pulled into. Or go back to the mundane, calm life at her desk. And she's not sure which is worse. **** I know I shouldn't. I know I should be disgusted by the thought of his hands on me. He is a killer. He's psychotic. He's forcing me to be here. And yet, I can't make myself pull away. I can't tell him to stop. Sin's fingers dip lower, playing with the lace barely covering my skin. I throw my head back against his chest, his gun still digging into my back. My eyes catching Arrows again. He hasn't moved. But his fists clench at his sides. And I wonder what it would feel like to have him pressed against my front with Sin at my back. God, what the fuck, Ivy? Why am I letting this happen? "I know you're wet for me, baby girl." Sin murmurs into my ear. "Wet for us." 'Fuck, I'm screwed' I think as Sin's fingers slip under my panties.

My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella.

Aurora never believed in monsters. Not the kind that lurked in the shadows or whispered threats in the dead of night. But monsters weren't always found in dark alleys. Sometimes, they wore tailored suits and watched you from a distance, waiting. Sometimes, they pulled strings you didn't even know existed. And sometimes, they decided you were theirs long before you even knew their name. Aurora didn't see Riccardo Romano when she first arrived in the city, exhausted and desperate for a fresh start. But he saw her. The second she walked into that coffee shop, unaware of the ruthless predator in the corner, she had unknowingly sealed her fate. She didn't know that with one phone call, he ensured she got the job at his nephew's school. She didn't know that the man she would come to fear, hate, and crave had already decided she would belong to him. Not love. Own. She would try to run. She would try to resist him. But Riccardo Romano didn't let go of what was his. And Aurora was his. She just didn't know it yet.

Weston Calder doesn't do soft. Not anymore. Not since he watched his mother cheat and his father drink himself to death on the porch of Calder Ranch. Now, Weston lives alone on the land that ruined him, with only dust, silence, and the bitter weight of his past for company. That is-until she shows up. Willow Hart is used to running. From the foster homes that never loved her. From the pain her adoptive parents carved into her bones. From every place she's ever tried to settle. But when her car dies in the middle of nowhere, she ends up taking a job as a maid on Weston's ranch-and suddenly, stillness feels dangerous. She's too wild. He's too broken. And neither of them knows how to stop. What begins as resentment turns to heat. What simmers under the surface soon ignites. But Weston's ghosts don't stay buried for long-and Willow's past has never let her go quietly. On this land, love won't save them. But maybe-just maybe-it could burn them clean. [Patreon Exclusive]

Alaric Windsor has lost everything. His twin is dead, the blood hasn't stopped spilling, and the only thing keeping him breathing is revenge. When grief drives him to Cedar Creek, he's just looking for another job... Until he sees her. Vaela. Grey-eyed. Fragile. Haunted. She's barely holding herself together after years of abuse-and she has no idea the devil just stepped into her life. She's too young. Too damaged. Too off-limits. He was never supposed to get involved. But the moment Alaric sees her, he makes a decision: he's going to protect her. Own her. Break anyone who ever touched her. So he twists his way in- Becomes her teacher. Marries her mother. Kills her abusers one by one until there's no one left to hurt her... except him. But Alaric doesn't give a damn about right or wrong anymore. She's his salvation. He's her obsession. And he'll bury the whole world to keep her... _______________________________________________________________________________ Trigger warning: CSA, SI attempts/ ideation, mental health disorders, SA, illicit substance use.

In Silas Windsor's world, loyalty is everything-and betrayal is paid in blood. As the ruthless leader of an underground assassination syndicate, he doesn't hesitate when he finds Giadhya Merrani standing over his brother's body. To Silas, it is simple. She was there. Atlas is dead. She's the reason. So, he takes her. He chains her to his world, more aptly, his bed. She swears she's innocent-but he doesn't care. Not when grief demands revenge. Their hatred is violent. Their chemistry is worse. Arguments turn savage. Touch becomes punishment. And soon, Silas's rage gives way to something far more dangerous-desire. She was never meant to survive him. Now he can't live without her.