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.

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

From the moment he laid his eyes on her he knew she belonged to him, and from the moment she saw him she knew there was something deadly wrong with him.

Thomas Sighing I pull Mia into my arms. She groans a little so I know she is still awake, at least enough to hear what I am about to say. "If you leave me I will hunt you down and drag you back here. I will chain you to my bed and you will never see the light of day again. I know everything about you down to the teacher you had in the first grade Mrs. Hughes at HillCrest elementary in Marietta Georgia. Mia I will give you the entire world, but I will take everything away from you if you try to run from me, so I suggest you be a good girl and stay put." She's got me too hooked to let her get the idea of leaving now, she has to know there are going to be consequences to her actions. Mia's body goes tense in my arms. A lopsided grin makes its way onto my face. "Nod if you understand." My thumb rubs a part of her naked belly that I'm resting my hand on. She gives me a small nod. "Good, get some rest, we go again in thirty minutes." - Chapter eight Book will get darker as you read along...

"Do you know how hard it is for me to share you with the world Angel?" He sits on the couch we where just standing in front of. "Every day I have to fight the urge to lock you somewhere only I can get to. Codziennie I have to convince myself to not cut off your legs or sever your spine so that you can walk anymore. So that you are only dependent on me." He talks about hurting me like it is a dream of his he wants to come true. Every day He pulls me onto his lap. I trimble in his arms. He is scaring me. "You talking like that to me makes me want to cut out your tongue. It makes me want to beat all thoughts of you disobeying me from you head." His grip on me tightens but his voice stays the same...calm. He talks to me in a tone that is like he is telling me a story about a princess locked in a tower. His eyes are still focused in on me, but I choose not to look at him. For the first time during our whole conversation he heightens his voice. "Look at me!" I jump up startled. His Russian accent is thick. Chapter Ten Author Book will be getting darker as you read along... Content warning Content contains... rape, murder, torture, non consensual acts, violence, bad language, and domestic violence. Please read at your own risk. I try to update frequently, but I might slip up here and there. This is not edited yet. I do ask that you guys help me by pointing out any mistakes you may notice. When I do write I do type fast and don't usually come back but eventually everything will be edited.

"Vladimir please just let me go I won't tell anyone just please leave me be." I pleaded while still curled in a ball. "Let's get something straight you will never leave my side you here...DO YOU UNDERSTAND ASHANTI!!!" He says snatching me up and bending my head at an uncomfortable and hurtful angle. "I...I understand." I say trying not to cry harder than I already was. __________________________________________________ My name is Ashanti and this is my story of going through life with an abusive husband who happens to be the biggest mob boss in Russia. Why does he want me? Why did he take me? Why won't he kill me? I don't know the only thing he tells me is that my beauty and name draws him to me and makes him want me more than anything. He will never understand that I never wanted him and if given the chance I would kill him if I wasn't fearful of him or the people who'll come after me if their boss was dead and all at the hands of his wife. __________________________________________________ Like what you reading then stay and continue on this journey through hell with me and don't forget to vote, comment and follow me for more dark romance or whatever genre appeals to me or you guys in the near future. Love ~ Laila ❤

"I cannot love you, Elna." Grinding my waist against his groin, I cup his face and say, "Then fuck me." * * * When Elna's father first suggests an arranged marriage between her and Brandon Stark--the hot British billionaire--she is reluctant to go on a date with the man. On realising the dire state of their family business and the stress it puts on her beloved parents, Elna makes the bold decision to go ahead with it. Her family comes first. What she expects is a cold, cordial marriage. What she hopes is for their relationship to eventually lead to something more, as was the case with her parents. Ambitious go-getter that she is, Elna takes it upon herself to make her calm, controlling, anti-romance husband fall helplessly in love with her. But what she doesn't expect is to be drawn into Brandon's BDSM world of chains and whips, doms and subs. Will Brandon's love be more than Elna can handle? Also known by its other title: Cream or Coffee? WARNING: • Mature content || 18+ • Hardcore || BDSM • Read the tags * * * Uploaded: 19/03/2021 1K views: 31/05/2021 10K views: 05/06/2021 50K views: 25/08/2021 100k views: 23/10/2021 120k views: 15/11/2021 --- Do not use any written material, character likeness from this story without express or written permission from the author. If you're found doing so, you will be reported and presented a DMCA. Legal and appropriate actions will be taken.

"Take me home," I tell him. "You are home my sweet love." "I'm not your love. I don't know you. Take me home." "I am afraid that I will be unable to do that Layla, this is your home now." he says, his voice flat. . . . . . Layla Monroe is focused on trying to secure her spot in the New York Philharmonic Orchestra when she starts receiving gifts from a secret admirer. She welcomes it, being both lonely and flattered. But one late night, she finds out her secret admirer's gifts come with a price. This is my first ever story! Sorry if there are grammar and format mistakes but I hope you enjoy!

Adrian brought his face down to my ear. His warm breath at the tip of my ear sent shivers down to my body. Directed toward what's between my legs. "I know you're wet right now." I opened my mouth in protest, but he dug his fingers into my waist. He spoke again. "Don't even try denying it , Princess. I know horny when I see it. You were probably thinking of how I'd look on top of you. I'd definitely thought of you under me. Writhing, to touch you, then screaming for me to keep going. Harder. Deeper. Faster." With every word he growled harder. I felt his phone pressing into my thigh. "One of these days, you'll know what it feels like. Currently, I just like watching you get all flustered." Adrian's hand left my waist and took hold of my right hand, inspecting it; before intertwining our fingers. "You might want to cut those a little bit shorter. When I'm fucking you, I don't want there to be too many scratch marks. It'll look tacky." I gasped so hard, it hurt my throat. ---------------------- Sometimes secrets can't always be kept. When Tia moves in next door to Adrian, he withholds a fairly obvious truth from her. What he fails to realize is, she has one of her own...