'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

I reached out, my fingers itching to touch her, but I settled for adjusting the collar of the dress. My knuckles brushed the warm skin of her neck and she let out a tiny, hitched breath. "We're not done, Calliope," I whispered. I forced myself to pull my hand away before I lost my grip on my self control. "This dress is for the office. Tonight is the Winter Gala. You'll be on my arm, and you need something that tells every man in that room exactly who you belong to." "You don't have to do that," she said, her eyes searching mine with a look of hesitation. "You've already done too much. I can find something in my closet for a party." I let out a dark, dry sound that wasn't quite a laugh. The thought of her walking into a room full of vipers wearing a bargain bin dress made my jaw ache. "No," I said, my voice dripping to a low possessive growl. "Today, you and I are going to find something for tonight. I'm picking this one myself. You're representing the De Luca name, and I won't have you in anything less than perfection." I looked down at her mouth, and for a split second, I considered ruining everything right here on the desk. I want to see that defiance melt into something else. "Get your coat," I commanded, my voice tight. "The car is waiting. And Calliope? If you keep wearing that perfume, I might have to add a clause to your contract about personal space." ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Nico De Luca doesn't believe in letting go. When Calliope fled, he didn't just find her; he dismantled her. He stripped away her world, her family, and her strength until the only thing left for her to cling to was him. Now, she is the silent force at his side, a woman who traded her innocence for a black veil and a throne built on secrets. He is the architect of her ruin, and she is the masterpiece he'll kill to protect. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Word Count: 33,831

Alexander Wolfe is the genius CEO behind the world's most advanced smart home system. His penthouse is sleek, spotless, and fully automated - and he likes it that way. No mess. No noise. No people. Enter Willow Hart, his annoyingly bright and budget-strapped executive assistant. When a system-wide AI crash leaves his luxury home unable to function without constant oversight, Alexander grudgingly agrees to let Willow stay and manage things "manually." Just for a few days. But Willow doesn't do quiet. She dances while cooking, rearranges furniture "for better vibes," and talks to his robot vacuum like it's a pet. His perfectly ordered world begins to glitch - starting with his heart. He built his empire to keep emotions out. But the one thing his tech can't calculate... is her. ━━▲━━ "Did you assign it a personality again?" he asked. "No. That would be irresponsible." I paused. "I may have named it, though." "Of course you did." "Gregory." "Gregory." "He feels like a Gregory. Stiff. In need of affection." He looked like he wanted to be annoyed. But he just... closed his eyes for a second. "Willow." "Yes?" "I am not adjusting the system to match your imaginary friendship circle of household appliances." I pouted. He rubbed his temples. "Fine. I'll take a look." "Yay!" "And stop calling me Alex." "Never." ━━▲━━ Word Count: 22,228

Alessandro 'Sandro' Bellini's world is one of ruthless control, and his most loyal weapon is his Cane Corso, Cerberus. Across the city, Juniper 'June' Scott's world is a sunlit bakery, where she remains blissfully unaware of the shadows that govern her city. When Cerberus escapes, Sandro is prepared for war. He isn't prepared to find his beast being fed scones by a cheerful baker who has audaciously renamed the killer 'Muffin.' This singular act of canine betrayal forces the cold-blooded underboss into June's warm orbit. Each reluctant visit to retrieve his dog pulls him deeper under her spell, an addiction he can't fight. In a life of calculated sins, Sandro is about to discover his darkest vice isn't a choice, but a dangerous craving for the one woman he should be protecting her from: himself. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Word Count: 55,331

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

This book is a sequel to His Favorite Distraction. You can read this as a stand-alone but I do suggest you read His Favorite Distraction first! ●○●○●○●○● Enzo Marconi is Dominic Moretti's right-hand man-lethal, serious, and as intimidating as they come. Lucy Winters is a whirlwind of laughter, endless charm, and dangerously persistent flirtation. When Lucy sets her sights on Enzo, the stoic enforcer finds his carefully controlled world turned upside down by a woman who refuses to back down. She challenges his silence with her sunshine and warmth, and he meets her fire with his gruff protectiveness. But when enemies threaten the fragile peace between them, they must decide if their reckless hearts can survive a world that demands they stay apart. ●○●○●○●○● Dominic stared. "You're freaking out." "No," I said. "I'm thinking." "About?" "About where to get the safest crib on the market. And bulletproof nursery windows. And how fast I can replace the locks on Lucy's apartment. Again." Dominic blinked. Then grinned. "Oh, you're really in it now." "I'd die for her," I said, very simply. "But I'd kill for that baby." Dominic whistled low. "Jesus. You're already nesting." "I am not." "You absolutely are. You're one Pinterest board away from painting a nursery." "I don't know what Pinterest is." "Liar." ●○●○●○●○● Word Count: 22,843

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

💎 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 | 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 × 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 "Nine months. One baby. No strings attached... Until he decided she was his to keep." 🥀 She needed money. 💔 He needed an heir. 🍼 Neither expected to fall... 🔥 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂'𝒔 life is crumbling drowning in debts, losing hope, and fighting to save her mother's life. When the hospital gives her a week's ultimatum, desperation pushes her into a world she never belonged to. 🌧️ That's when she meets 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 cold, powerful, and sinfully magnetic. Billionaire CEO. The man everyone fears... and the one she can't resist. One overheard conversation. One impossible deal. One contract that changes everything. "𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒓𝒂... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏." 🖤 Nine months. One baby. No strings attached. Or so they thought... Because obsession has no rules. Secrets have no mercy. And when Mayra discovers that his family destroyed hers, love turns to betrayal, and passion turns to war. 🌑 ✨ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 💎 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 🍼 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 🔥 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 & 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 🥀 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔-𝒕𝒐-𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 🌑 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘-𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏