"The Butcher of Moscow was never meant to be tamed... until her son called him father." They call me the Butcher of Moscow. Forged in blood. Raised on betrayal. Crowned with power. Mercy is a language I do not speak. Love is a lie I never believed. Chains are my truth-the only thing that has ever kept me untouchable. I bind. I control. I break. Until her. Katya Slovan. A woman with fire in her veins, and a little boy clutching her hand. She storms into my world-too defiant to bow, too brave to run. She should fear me. And she does. Yet she meets my gaze with eyes that refuse to lower, lips that spit fire even when her hands shake. Her son is her strength. And somehow... he has become my weakness-especially when he whispers my name: Papa. I should have destroyed her. Instead, I claimed her. I bound her to me in the only way I know-through a marriage forged in blood and chains. A gilded prison she cannot escape, no matter how fiercely she fights. She thinks she's my captive. She doesn't know... she's the only one who holds the key to my cage. In my world, love does not save. It damns. And Katya Slovan is the chain around my throat I will never break.

"Get on your fucking knees," I whisper. She looks into my eyes, her own gaze searching, though I'm uncertain what for. Whatever she finds makes her sink down to the floor slowly with an unexpected kind of confidence, her gaze unwavering. "Take out my cock, Iris." Her breathing rapidly accelerates as she undoes my suit button in the middle of our bedroom, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she frees my cock. She looks up at me for a moment, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips. Does she think this is funny? "You warned me that you'd fuck my face if I ever smile at any other man, didn't you?" she asks, before slowly licking my cock from the tip to the base, her eyes never leaving mine. Fuck. "Is that what you want, Nikolai?" ❝𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙭 𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙧❞ She was engaged to the golden boy. Loved by his family. Protected by her brother. Promised to a future written in gold. But then she met him. Nikolai Blackwood was everything she wasn't supposed to want- her fiancé's older brother, her brother's best friend, the man with a stare sharp enough to ruin. Cold. Possessive. Unforgivable. He was the secret no one spoke about. The warning her fiancé whispered. And the moment he saw her, she became his obsession. Even if it meant betraying blood. Even if it meant burning everything. Because some men don't fall in love. They fall into possession.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰?"she said. The only thing she feared was his intense obsession "𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐳 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞." Xavier Knight doesn't feel. Not love. Not guilt. Not regret. Raised in a house that never wanted him, he learned early that silence is safer than emotion-and power is better than peace. Cecily Rosso was light, softness, everything he was never allowed to touch. Until one day, she disappeared. Torn from his world without warning, leaving behind only a fading memory and the sound of her cries as she was forced into a car. Years later, she returns-no longer the innocent girl, but a confident, untouchable woman with her own empire and her own rules. She doesn't remember the way his eyes followed her. But he never forgot her. And now that she's back in his city, Xavier won't watch from behind a window. This time, he'll own her light- or destroy it.

"You exist for me now. Every inch of you--mine." His hand trailed down, settling possessively on my stomach. "And soon," his voice darkened, "you'll carry my child. One night. That's all I need." A shiver. A breath. His lips grazed my throat, burning. I clenched my fists. I wasn't a wife. Not a partner. I was his obsession. His vessel of desire. And worst of all? I wasn't sure I could tolerate it long enough to bear him a child and guarantee my family's safety. ********** To save her family from sudden financial ruin, Camille Roosevelt gets married into the wealthy Ashford family. In secret meetings before the wedding, she meets her soon-to-be husband, Christian Ashford, whose intense obsession and possessive nature quickly become evident from their first meeting. He demands her submission, subtly treating her as a mere vessel to fulfill his desires, but after their wedding, everything suddenly changes. Christian, once all-consuming, suddenly grows oddly distant and avoids her presence, leaving Camille relieved but still curious about what could have caused such a drastic shift in his behavior overnight and how they are to make an heir under such tense co-existence. The truth, hidden beneath layers of deception, may be more than she could have ever possibly imagined. Warning: This story contains mature content, mentions and descriptions of abuse and mental health problems and is not suitable for viewers under the age of 18.

Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

He's marrying her, my best friend. And here I am, pretending I'm fine, hiding my feelings for the groom. But the secret my best friend has been hiding? It's about to destroy us all.

Aubrey Carter was busy chasing her dreams, eyes fixed firmly on the future. In the midst of her studies and part-time jobs, she never expected that caring for a spirited six-year-old girl would lead her to something far more complicated - and far more real. As Lila's part-time nanny, Aubrey found herself quietly drawn to the girl's father, Nathaniel Hart: a successful architect, a single dad, and the very definition of complicated. His quiet strength and determination fascinated her, but so did the walls he kept tightly closed. Years later, fate brought them back together. Aubrey, now a rising star in the world of urban planning, and Nathaniel, who has built his architectural firm from scratch, find themselves working side by side. But old feelings linger, and Nathaniel's doubts - about their age difference, about trusting again - threaten to pull them apart before they even get close. Can Aubrey prove that love isn't about numbers on a calendar? Can Nathaniel open his heart to a second chance - before it's too late?

"Are you suggesting we have an 'enemies with benefits' relationship? Because I'd hate it if you fell for me. I'd never feel the same way for you," I taunted. "That would never happen. This is purely physical. And you can call this pact whatever the hell you want, Monroe. I don't care," he uttered, as he abruptly stuffed my blouse into my mouth. "If you don't want the whole plane to hear how hard I'm fucking you, best bite down hard. Because I'm not going to hear begging. I'm warning you that now." Gulping, I obeyed and took a deep breath. In one swift, two-fingered plunge, he tore through my insides. The scream in my throat hummed in my chest as my hips jerked up and my eyes rolled back, pleasure rising like a tempest inside me. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Ivy Monroe's world shatters the day her father is caught embezzling millions from Hazard industries. But the stolen money isn't the only price to be paid. To settle his debts, Ivy is handed over to the one man who despises her existence: Zade Hazard. A ruthless billionaire. A single father. A man who holds no mercy. To him, she is nothing more than collateral. A living, breathing reminder of her father's betrayal. Bound to his every command, Ivy becomes his personal servant, trapped in a hell of his making. But as the days blur into nights, something shifts. The cold stares last a little too long. The cruel punishments turn into something else entirely. Hatred was easy. Obsession? Inevitable. But love? That was never part of the deal. Now, in a dangerous game where power and desire intertwine, Ivy must decide. Can she escape the grip of the man who owns her, or has she already fallen too deep?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | MATURE "If you were expecting the boring version of love, I'm sorry to disappoint you. That will never work with me. We belong to each other, always, until death parts us." He groaned as he held my legs tightly against his shoulders. His grey eyes, with hazel flecks, gleamed with lust as he lowered his mouth to my inner thigh, gently nibbling the skin. The intensity of his touch drove me wild, and my stomach was filled with anticipation. "I take it back. Even death can't part us. We'll stick together even through Hell." People call Levi Arìas the genius hacker, the son of Robin Hood, due to his selfless acts. Women describe him as a sex addict who is unbelievably talented in bed. Mothers refer to him as the golden son of Spain. But I call him the 𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘰, because he's the devil that ruined my life.

The Bully: She's off limits. My friend's little sister. Too innocent, too dumb. Until that party, where I took what no one else had. But now she follows me around. So sad, desperate, perfect. Other men try to poison her little mind. Steal her from my bed. I won't let them, though. And if she strays, I'll chain her to the truth: she's mine. The Pig: I'm a hopeless romantic, waiting for my hero... hoping he likes losers. Too thick, too plain, too much of a spaz. But one night, my bully stripped, and I forgot how to breathe. I thought love felt safe. But his hands bruise, and his words cut deep. Now, I'm trapped, wanting to escape, yet dreading if I do.