"What are you doing to me, Mila?" He asks against my neck. - "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks softly. I want to kiss you. I don't break eye contact as I ask. "Like what?" She stays quiet for a second, and then looks away from my gaze, like she was afraid to see my reaction to what she was about to say. "Like this is real.." - 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚 is a single mother trying her hardest to provide for her kids, after a one-night stand five years ago Mila was left with one of the biggest responsibilities of her life, at only 18 she hooked up and got pregnant by a guy whose name she didn't even know, what happens when five years later the two reunite and their mutual attraction ignites once again, only this time, stronger. 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 was a busy man, he had a mafia to run and it didn't help that his father was always breathing down his neck to find a bride to marry so he could have an heir to his not so glorious throne, deciding to satisfy his dads orders he sends out his men to find him a bride, what happens when the women he's faced with happens to the the women that has put an imprint in his mind for the past five years, the women who has left him with more then a memory and a hangover. Five years later, when they encounter each other again, his life and hers are thrown into chaos as they find themselves forced to confront the unexpected consequences of that one night. In this intense and emotionally charged story, two lives, two worlds, and two souls collide, and nothing will ever be the same again. ©️𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

SECOND BOOK OF THE VELVET & VOWS SERIES 🩶⛓️ ≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ Vincenzo Russo The most feared man in the country-the ruthless Don of the Las Vegas Mafia. He attends a wedding with one goal: to provoke the other families and remind them who holds power. What he doesn't expect... is her. Liliana Aurora Moretti. Milan's mafia princess. Raised in luxury, born into danger. After her uncle's death, her family returns to New York-where Liliana finds herself at Vogue Fashion College and rises into the spotlight as a supermodel. ≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ Preview... I was steadying my hands when the door suddenly shot open. Vincenzo stepped inside and locked the door behind him with a quiet click that sounded final. "This is the women's bathroom," I snapped. He shrugged, walking closer. "I don't give a shit." I tried to push past him, but he stepped in front of me, blocking the path like a wall that had learned how to breathe. "I don't like your fucking attitude," he said, irritation sharpening his voice. "What are you going to do about it?" I challenged, refusing to blink. He didn't answer. He just moved. One step. Then another. Slow, predatory patience in every shift of his weight, until my back hit the wall behind me. He lowered himself slightly, eyes locking onto mine again, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You want danger, principessa?" he murmured. "Keep talking to me like that... and I'll make sure you choke on the consequences you're begging for." A cold wave washed through me, sharper than fear, deeper than anger. My breath locked again, pulse hammering in my ears as his smirk returned, thin and satisfied. He didn't touch me. He didn't need to. He already had. #1 lasvegas 01/25/2026

Harper is a nurse at an elite private hospital for VIPs. She handles difficult people for a living, but nobody is as impossible-or as dangerous-as her newest patient. Alessandro arrives half-dead, breathtakingly handsome, and completely uncontrollable. He's arrogant, Italian, and refuses to follow orders. But Harper is the only one on the ward who won't back down. While others tremble at his glare, she takes charge. Who else can claim they physically tied the boss of the Italian Mafia to his hospital bed for an entire night just because he was being a "bad patient"? Harper definitely can. She restrained the Devil himself to save his life. But what happens when the Don is finally released?

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

Aurora Saints has learned how to disappear in plain sight. At twenty-seven, she is a nurse who works double shifts, a daughter holding together a fragile home, a sister who never lets herself need first. Quiet. Careful. Good. The kind of woman the world leans on without ever stopping to ask what it costs her. Matteo De Luca is a man the world listens to. A brilliant lawyer from one of the most influential families in the city, he commands rooms without raising his voice and carries his power like a second skin. Wealth, legacy, whispers of darker ties-none of it has ever shaken him. Control is his language. Restraint is his choice. They meet where power is not supposed to matter-hospital corridors, late nights, stolen glances that linger too long. Matteo sees her immediately. Aurora feels it-and resists. He does not chase. He does not corner. He waits. Because he knows that when she finally steps forward, it won't be because he took something from her... It will be because she chose him. And when a man like Matteo De Luca is chosen, he does not give pieces of himself. He gives everything. Slow-burn tension. Quiet dominance. Possession without control. A love story where restraint is the most dangerous thing of all.

FIRST BOOK OF THE VELVET & VOWS SERIES ♟️❤️‍🔥! ------------------------ Isabella Romano left her parents with nothing but a dream. Years later, she is a famous fashion designer with her own luxury brand in New York. Power. Money. Success. She has it all. What she doesn't know... is that New York is owned by the mafia. And the man who controls it is Matteo Lorenzo Moretti. Their worlds should never collide. But when they do, there is no escape. Because Matteo never loses what belongs to him. And once he sets his eyes on Isabella... she becomes his obsession. ----------- "Dio, Isabella... guarda cosa fai a me." (God, Isabella... look what you're doing to me.) he murmured, my name falling from his lips like a warning and a confession at the same time. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly too tight. He lifted his hand, slow enough that I could've stepped back. I didn't. His fingers brushed my waist. Just barely. A ghost of a touch. But it lit every nerve in my body on fire. I exhaled shakily, my voice barely a whisper. "Matteo..." His jaw flexed. His eyes dropped to my lips. Heat rippled through the space between us. And then - completely undone - he whispered, "Fuck it." Before I even realized he'd moved, his mouth crushed against mine. The kiss hit me like a shock - fierce, hungry, weeks of tension igniting in one impossible explosion. His hand slid behind my neck, pulling me into him as if he'd been holding back a storm and finally let it break loose. ------------ #1 gunfights - 01/22/2026 - 01/25/2026 #1 fashiondesigner 01/25/2026 #1 badboy 01/25/2025

A man claimed by the devil. A woman claimed by no one. Until him. 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 is a monster. His family relies on him to torture and kill. It's his birthright, curse, and the most delicious punishment for a gluttonous sinner. He's no stranger to violence and depravity. Soldier of the Romano crime family, he might be stranger to everything else. 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐄 is an outcast, the hidden gem of the Genovese crime family, shunned by her father and forgotten by the world. She's utterly alone, until she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kidnapped by the man with dark eyes, tattoos, and a soul to match. And he isn't planning on letting her go. The deviant killer with the angelic name, her intended torturer, the devil of the underground. Santo is quickly becoming something to Nina that seems impossible, something that neither of them are ready for. She threatens to uproot everything he's always known and been, and when secrets are revealed, when demons come out to play, it's not only a matter of how willing Santo and Nina are to salvage something that seems to be the only beautiful corner of both their worlds. It's a matter of whether any kind of beauty can survive in a world so dark. ✚ Dark Saint is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, dark mafia romance with mature content and dark themes. Read at your own discretion. [ Book 1 in the Romano Brotherhood Series | COMPLETED ✔ ] Featured on @Romance Featured on @StoriesUndiscovered

"Fuck me Grayson. Show me how bad you want me. Show me that I belong to you and not any other man. Show me that no other man can bring me the pleasure like you do. Fuck me against this car Grayson", I pleaded. "You're drunk", he said. "It's always an excuse, it's as if you don't want to fuck me. If you don't it's fine, I'll find someone who will. You're a bitch", I said. His hand came straight to my throat and his gun to my head. Why wasn't I afraid. Why did I want him to fuck me there with his gun to my head? "You want me to fuck you, that's it", he questioned. I nodded like crazy, I was like a desperate child. Grayson took his gun and dragged it from my head to my breast down my belly until it reached underneath my dress and touched my clothed pussy. It hit the spot where I wanted him the most. He pushed my panty aside before thrusting his gun into me. I could only hope the safety was on, this was dangerous, that I knew but I didn't care, I didn't mine. I'd want him to fuck me with a knife to my throat. Grayson did something to me and I had no idea what it was but he created a sub, he created a mini monster of himself and now he had to deal with it. "Oh fuck-I'm gonna cum", I was a moaning mess. "Oh fuck, you're such a whore. You want me so bad that you'll settle for my gun", he grinned. "I'm cumming Grayson", I was on the brick of my orgasm, I needed it badly or so help me I was gonna combust. I was sexually frustrated the entire time because no matter what. Grayson refused to fuck me. "Oh no baby, you can't expect to be a brat and cum when you like. You'll cum when I say so", he pulled his gun out of me. Keep reading to find out what happens next and what happens on this journey with Athena and Grayson.

*Story completed. Currently under grammatical editing* [18+] "I tried to stay away Lana, but I failed" he tilted her jaw up and goosebumps sprouted over her skin when his lustful eyes glared back at hers. "I'm done holding back" he said before drawing her in, closing the gap between them. Lana, 21 year old university student had one goal: to get good grades and get the hell out. But when she met Elijah West, things suddenly weren't so simple. She broke rule number one: Don't fall in love with your teacher. Especially NOT Mr. West. But nothing good ever happens at midnight, even if you're only "studying"... (More Inside) Started- August 3rd, 2018 Finished- May 15th, 2020 Highest rank - #20 in BWWM 10-January-2019 Rated M for Mature.

"SAY SOMETHING!" Nikki screamed at him. "You're an asshole." "Don't curse at me." He warned but she was too angry and emotional to listen. "No! Asshole! Dick!" She got in his face. "What are you going to about it, Don!" He run his hand through his hair. They looked into each other's eyes, no one ready to back down. Out of nowhere, she connected her palm to his cheeks. She saw his jaw clench but did it again. "You need to stop hitting me Cara." His voice had a dangerous edge to it but she missed it. She did it again. "What are going to do?" She asked again, this time shoving him in the chest. "Cara check your self." "Or else what? Huh?" She shoved him again. "What are you going to do, Bitch!?" She lifted her hand to hit him but before it made contact, her back was against the wall, hard. His face was dangerously close yo hers. His jaw clenched and unclenched. "Wh....." He connected their lips, shutting her up. The kiss was forceful, like he was pouring all his anger out. "Maybe he's having his own older version of baby's day out." (BOOK 2 OF THE PRETEND HEIRESS BUT CAN BE READ SEPARATELY.