In the shadow of the mountains, Sofì meets Davide a man whose rough hands, dark eyes, and possessive touch leave her trembling . "I own you," he growls, voice low and rough, eyes dark with intent. "Not him. Me."Between stolen glances, fiery arguments, and moments of raw passion, she's drawn to him in ways she doesn't fully understand-but every time he looks at her, Sofì feels both fear and exhilaration.

London, 1800s. The capital buzzes with anticipation. After years abroad, the young prince has returned-handsome, arrogant, and at the ripe age of twenty-two. With the royal bloodline on everyone's mind, the court demands a queen, and a dazzling debutante ball is summoned to find her. As the daughters of nobility scramble for silks, rouge, and powdered curls, one young woman stands apart. Arabella, a clever, sharp-tongued nurse from humble roots, has no dreams of tiaras or titles. But when her mother-renowned for her pastries-is summoned to bake for the palace, Arabella agrees to help, unable to let her family miss out on the generous royal coin. It was supposed to be simple. Bake. Serve. Leave. Until one accidental moment... And one entitled, self-serving prince... Throws Arabella into a scandal neither of them saw coming. In a world ruled by etiquette, wealth, and secrets, what begins as an unfortunate mishap might just set the stage not only romance- but murder, heartache and treatury.

She hates him. He can't stand her. But they must produce an heir. Munaya is trapped in a foreign land, bound by a marriage she never wanted, to a man who despises her. Forced to share a bed with Caius, the ruthless ruler, she fights to keep her distance, determined not to let him break her spirit. But with every heated glance, every cruel touch, the line between hate and something far more dangerous blurs. Caius doesn't care for her beauty or her fire. He needs her only for an heir, and nothing more. He keeps his heart locked away-until an unexpected danger forces him to protect her. But can he resist the pull of her fiery personality and body that tempts him in ways he's desperate to ignore? As they navigate a marriage of duty and power, will they fall into a web of passion-or remain enemies until the end? A marriage built on obligation. A desire too hot to deny. HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 bw #1 romance fantasy

Copyrighted 2019 "There she is,'' Nowaki sniffed the air deeply taking in her scent. It drove him mad. She smelled of cinnamon and vanilla. It was intoxicating, it was alluring, it was like a drug. He watched the girl sitting in the back of the lecture room intently. Her smooth, brown skin drew him in. Her big brown eyes caused his heartbeat to spiral out of control. Nowaki eyed her curves and her full thighs. She was absolutely stunning. Her thick hair was out and about, being controlled by only by a headband. He watched her annoyed expression as she pulled a stray hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. He nearly smiled at the simple action leaving his dear friend Alex speechless. Nowaki never smiles. Before Alex could question his future Alpha's actions he heard a low growl. ''Mine....mate'' Some chapters are private follow before adding the book to your library 🥰😇😊 Cover from Pinterest Follow my Account @malayjahthewriter

Antonio Rodriguez laid eyes on Clarina Morales and knew, she was the one. He watched over her from a far . Got to know all there was that concerned her. To his great pleasure, she landed right into his nest. Clarina let him take her to his house. Unaware of the dangerous consequence her decision would bring the next morning, and days to come. ... " you can scream louder than that."

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲| 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 ❝I need you to stop moving. Each time you move I'll spank you❞ she nodded. Simply just nodded, and relaxed her body. She didn't want to be spanked. I let her go and lifted my right knee closer to her clit, actually pressing it against her this time. Her body let out a small and sharp inhale, making me smile a bit. I'm sure she's so sensitive right now. Her body full of arousal. "You like that? You like feeling my knee against your pussy don't you?" I slowly started to move my knee around to see her reaction, and it was greater than I thought it would be. A small moan fell from her lips, making me smile as I slid my hand underneath her hips, this time encouraging her to move. "Move your hips just like that. I want to feel your pussy against my knee" I whispered to her. I can tell by the way her eyes dimmed that she had never done this before, but she was so ready to that she did exactly as I said. Her breathing got deeper as she began lifting her hips to fully meet the base of my knee, softly grinding herself against me. I hummed as I watched her, watching her literally move her hips to receive her first orgasm. The way her hips moved made my dick throb even harder, I could only imagine what she looked like if she was to ride me. She took her lip between her teeth and almost instantly I wanted to come. I was already straining myself and trying not to, but the sight of her doing that makes me almost fall apart. ˣ An Angel deprived of her sexual innocence, introduced to a new sexual experience that may turn her world upside down. A devil who enjoys depriving angels of their innocence, introducing her to a world she may never get used to. #1 Submissivefemale #1 sexualcontent #1 dominantmale #1 adultthemes #1 blackwomanwhiteman #1 manxwoman #2 Darling

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

(Book 1) THIS STORY IS UNEDITED!! I KNOW IT'S NOT PERFECT, AND I KNOW THERE ARE A FEW PLOT HOLES. Amira absolutely loves anything that involves stepping outside of her comfort zone and exploring her sexuality. So when she meets a devilishly handsome man named Rage, she can't help but want to step inside his world and learn everything about him. His mysteriousness drew her in, but will he ever open up and let his guard down? DON'T CLICK ON THIS STORY IF YOU DON'T LIKE WOMEN SUBMITTING TO MEN!!!!! IF YOU ARE UNFAMILIAR WITH BDSM, I WOULD ADVISE DOING A SIMPLE GOOGLE SEARCH BEFORE READING. ⚠️ Read at your own discretion. This book is MATURE, and it's rated 18+ for crude language, intense/EXTREME BDSM scenarios, descriptive sex scenes, some violence, BLOOD, and taboo topics ⚠️ Copyright ©️ 2022 JLB_18

*Completed 2017* *EDIT 2024 Hey lovelies! I will be editing this story for Kindle publishing! Will update with more news to come!* She was stolen from the club her friend had took her to. Just the driver, because she knew how her friend could drink. She just wanted a night to herself because exams where over. All she had to do was enjoy her summer before she went beck to college. But no. She was at the wrong club at the wrong time. Now she's stuck, stuck with the Mafia.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.