The first rule of the Ricci estate was simple. DO NOT LOOK AT THE CAPO! Dalia broke it the moment his shadow filled the doorway. She had felt him before she saw him. The shift in the air. The quiet fear that crept up her spine and settled between her shoulders like a warning. Men like Lucien Ricci did not announce themselves. They were sensed. Felt. Endured. Everyone said he was ruthless. That his hands were stained with blood and power in equal measure. That once you belonged to him, you never truly left. Dalia had never planned to belong to anyone. She was just a maid. Quiet. Invisible. A girl with dreams tucked away where no one could touch them. Until his eyes landed on her and did not look away. Until his voice said her name like it tasted good. Until one command changed everything. There was a moment, later, when she would understand that it had never been about choice. That desire had teeth. That power could be intoxicating when it wanted you back. Lucien Ricci did not chase. He waited. And when Dalia knelt at the edge of his world, trembling but willing, he knew exactly what he would do. He would ruin her carefully. He would claim her completely. And she would never be the same girl who walked into his room again.

The ring is smaller than I imagined. Dim lights, the scent of sweat and leather thick in the air, the crowd a muted roar around us. And then there's him. Kai. Standing just inside the ropes, muscles taut, eyes sharp, every line of him danger incarnate. My chest tightens before he even moves. "You shouldn't be here," he growls, voice low, like a warning-and a challenge all at once. "I... I just-" I try to speak, but the words die when his hand lands on my waist. Firm. Claiming. The ropes press against my back, my fingers tremble as they find his chest. Solid. Unyielding. The pulse beneath my palm is steady, like a drumbeat keeping time with the fight raging just feet away. "I could throw you out," he murmurs, a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. "But I don't want to." My heart hammers. Every swing, every punch in the ring echoes like a drum in my chest, matching the wild rhythm of desire and fear racing through me. He leans closer, heat brushing my ear. "You think you're in control. You're not. Not here. Not in my world." I shiver. The leather of the gloves, the scent of blood, the grit of the ring-it's his world, and I'm already caught. Already tethered. Already craving him, even though I know I shouldn't. One move. One heartbeat. And the line between danger and desire dissolves entirely. I DO NOT OWN RIGHTS TO THE PICTURES USED IN THE CHARACTER AESTHETIC AND THE COVER.

(CAPTURED SERIES #4) "Strip!" Zavier commanded in his thick and husky voice which made a shiver ran down to Innara's spine. "Please don't Ari---" she tried to plead and felt tears burning her eyes but she chose to not to show her weakness to the cruel and emotionless man in front her but Zavier cut off her sentence in the middle. "I said Strip, Mi pájaro." Zavier said again with a sternness in his eyes demanding obedience from her. His aura screaming at her to not to defy his words but she was helpless in front of the situation. "Momma?" a meek voice came from the other side of the door and Innara immediately recognized it as her daughter's voice. "Momma?" again Aria's voice came from the other side of the door and by the voice of her Innara could clearly tell she was about to cry. Innara opened her mouth to respond her daughter but Zavier placed his hand over her mouth muffling her voice inside it. "Now I'll fuck you right against this door so your daughter can know what her momma is doing inside this room." Zavier whispered in her ear lowly bitting at her ear lobe making Innara to whimper in pain and fear. *** Zavier Garcia, the mafia boss of Mexican mafia is cold, rude and arrogant type of man. He is a man of strict principles. He likes to keep his things to himself because he doesn't have any person for whom he can get possessive and keep them to themselves not live he want someone. He likes to live alone and he is fine with that. Innara, is a less spoken, simple and elegant woman. She is a single mother has a cute and beautiful three years old daughter Aria. Her world revolves around Aria. She has no one in her life except Aria and her best friend Nitya. She doesn't know what's her true identity from where did she come from. She doesn't know who her family is. But what will happen when circumstances will force Innara to beg in front of Zavier to make her his play thing? Will she put her self respect at stake and feed to Zavier's arrogance?

After her kingdom lost the war against Silla. Go Jioh, the only daughter of the 28th king of Goguryeo is forced to become concubine of the man who destroyed her kingdom.

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐈 he was a man that made you feel like he had forgotten of past deals, that it had skipped his mind. All for just one day to come uninvited, even sometimes later than usual to collect what he seeks for. He was ruthless, heartless, described as a man of the best of two worlds in the mafia world. He could not feel for those, or sympathise. Either way... he was going to have her, Elizah Bello. One way or another. 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, her plan was just graduation, move out from Italy. But not everything goes as planned and she knew better when it came to that. Studying in an university said to be the best in the entire of Italy. She yet felt unfulfilled, her past followed her like a sharp shadow, she could almost feel it in her own skin, this crawling burn-causing her to break and fall apart in days that she thought she was going to be fine. The thing is... Fine doesn't exist. Grey and Black do. They coexisted together. When it came to Elizah there was no good in her days. It was either in the middle or all of it blurred into black. Fading into danger, and terrible days. She has been diverging in missions she was not supposed to diverge until the year was completed out, as a form of her punishment. All was good, she was not caught by the higher up supervisor, not caught by the people she worked with. All until she is caught, kidnapped, people seeking for answers in ruthless ways. All was thanks to Grey Angelini, her fiancée. She was punished beyond reasoning, and still... nothing came out from her lips. Because it was clear, Elizah wanted out, Elizah wanted freedom and that didn't matter even if the freedom she searched for was true the act of dying.

Book - one ( sin Universe) "He was my dad's best friend. My neighbor. My tutor. My sin." I was supposed to be the good girl. The one who studied, stayed quiet, wore her suit, and obeyed. But when Zyan Roy moved back next door - tall, tattooed, and heartbreak wrapped in a white shirt - I stopped being that girl. I started dreaming. Wanting. Burning. He calls me innocent. But I know what he sees when he looks at me - and what I see when the door clicks shut behind us. > He's twice my age. I'm his forbidden temptation. And if I fall... I'll fall hard. A slow-burn, forbidden age-gap romance filled with dark stares, stolen touches, and midnight sins no one talks about - especially not the good girls.

A story of love, a story of clash, a story when the present meets the past, when stars intertwine, when springs shine, when wind wishpers of love, when dark sparkles with light. A story to discover, a story to make you feel alive.

She wanted a quiet life. He was chaos in human form. One wrong step pulled her into his world of blood, secrets, and power. What they share isn't tender-it's dangerous, consuming, and impossible to escape WARNING!!!! This Story is BDSM as it is filled with handcuffs,whips, and other BDSM related things. Feel free to skip if you feel uncomfortable with the theme or abuse. © All rights reserved

Katyarina Prokofiev, a 22-year-old college student who has it all - beauty, money and a rebellious spirit that commands attention. With her angelic face and captivating smile, she's the queen bee of campus, effortlessly commanding the admiration of her peers and the desire of every guy who lays eyes on her. But beneath her sweet facade lies a complex personality, one that manipulates and plays with the hearts of those around her, leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams in her wake. As the daughter of wealthy businessman Sergei Prokofiev and the youngest sibling of Alek and Weston. Then there's Christopher Brown, a 20-year-old college student who exists in the shadows, his introverted nature rendering him almost invisible to the rest of the world. A self-proclaimed nerd, Christopher finds solace in books and academics, always striving to stay at the top of his class, always wearing glasses, and what you might call a teacher's pet. He's innocent, V-card never been taken. 🌸🌸🌸 "Get on your knees now" He did that hesitantly and when he dropped to his knees I smirked. "Good boy. You like it when I command you, you like what we're doing; being dirty, naughty... dangerous when someone could just walk in" He shivered, then I slowly reached out and pulled out his glasses and carefully dropped it on the desk and looked back at him. "Do you wanna be a good boy for me?" He nodded. "Words Chris" "Yes mommy" I smirked and bit my lip "that's more like it" I slowly peeled off my dress, then my underwear, and lifted his chin to face me then spoke. "Now be a good boy and listen" NOTICE!!!!! This is a sequel to my first book, "MINE". If you're new to the series, I definitely recommend reading it first to get the full story. Credits: Story cover credits to @Sarabella329

"If I fuck you Serenity, nobody else ever will." Serenity: The anniversary of our greatest loss should have brought us closer. Instead, it exposed cracks I didn't know were there. Secrets I didn't know needed to be uncovered. Then messages from an unknown number, started to unravel truths I could not unsee. The man I thought I knew has been living another life... and I was never meant to find out. Then my father gave me a choice that wasn't one at all: marry Etherio. A man cold. Dangerous. And beautiful in ways that feel like a warning. Etherio: I didn't ask for a wife. I asked for justice and marrying his daughter is the perfect way to get close enough to ruin him. But the more I'm around her, the harder it is to remember she's my enemy. When Serenity's past resurfaces, she's forced to confront the secrets she thought were buried forever. Cryptic messages from an unknown figure reveal shocking truths about her late husband, threatening to destroy the fragile life she's built. As she navigates this treacherous landscape, Serenity's father demands she marry Etherio, a man she barely knows, in a loveless arrangement that ignites a fiery tension between them. As they're forced to live together, Etherio's ulterior motives slowly give way to a deepening attraction to Serenity's complexity. But his growing feelings are tainted by the fear that she'll betray him just as she did her first husband. Torn between desire and revenge, Etherio must confront the darkness of Serenity's past and the secrets she's keeping.