She arrived for one summer. He made her crave the cage. Keziah Nguyen has never been denied a thing in her life. Heiress to one of Ho Chi Minh's most powerful dynasties, she's spent 22 years wrapped in silk and is untouched. Keziah agrees when her mother insists she spend the summer at her friend Elina Castillo' villa in Spain. When she arrives in Spain, it's supposed to be a quiet escape, one last breath before adulthood swallows her whole. A gentle break from her rigid life in Ho Chi Minh. But the villa is no sanctuary and Elina Castillo's son Lucifer Castillo is no gentleman. Cartel heir Of Spain by blood, Lucifer is brutal, brilliant and beautiful in the way only men born of violence can be. His presence coils around her like smoke. His rules are law. He doesn't ask. He takes. Inside the rose covered walls of Abyssal Villa, nothing is as it seems. Power drips from every whispered word. Secrets bloom like bruises. And love? It comes dressed in ruin. Every kiss is a warning. Every moan, a surrender. Every scar he shows her, a vow that she'll never be free. To survive Lucifer is impossible. To love him is madness. But Keziah was never meant to bloom here. So she burns instead. This story is a dark, dominant cartel romance of obsession, danger and ruthless heat.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

When 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 22, drops out of college after her father is sentenced to prison for a crime he swears he didn't commit, her life collapses fast...eviction notices, unpaid tuition, a mother barely holding it together. Then 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧 appears. Late 40s. Private wealth. No digital footprint. He offers her a monthly allowance for companionship only. No sex. No exclusivity clause. No explanations. What unsettles Kailani isn't the money. It's how little she needs to explain herself because he already knows.

It was simple. He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend. Now there is no going back. I'm his wife now and he is my husband His Donna. My Don. * * * * "I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he declared. I snake my arms around his neck as his hands found their rightful place on my ass. "Do you promise?"

Blake Myers was supposed to be a lawyer, not a stripper. But when every door slammed in her face and debt doubled, she found herself dancing at Play Bunnies Den. One rule: No falling for the clients. Then Roman Ferrari walked in. Powerful. Cold. Death wrapped in a tailored suit. Roman doesn't chase women, he owns them. But when Blake dances for him, something cracks. She's fire he can't control, temptation he can't ignore. One dance turns into a dangerous obsession. One night drags her into his world of blood, secrets, and sin. Now, Roman's willing to burn his empire to keep her and Blake's about to learn that falling for a man like him doesn't just break hearts, it changes everything. *Mature and Violent content!* **Some parts have been edited!**

"The girl in the painting... Who is she?" ....... He loves art, she is art. He's a mafia Don and she's a multi-talented model. Two souls that stumble upon each other and both their lives turn into a rollercoaster ride. All because of one particularly unique painting. NB: story is under INTENSE editing. RANKING - 14.Jan.2022 > #1 - Art > #1 - Leader > #1 - Donna > #7 - Artist > #15 - Bwwm > #66 - Danger > #90 - Wife > #244 - Rich > #256 - Feminine > #321 - Mafia > #456 - Climax BE PATIENT, READ FURTHER AND I PROMISE YOU WILL LIKE IT!! *Just so you know, this is a very romantic story. ;-) *pics used throughout story are not mine!

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

Assistant during the day, and a stripper by night. With loans that needed paying off, Samai had to work two jobs to make ends meet. Recently catching the eye of her boss Lorenzo Moretti, she tries her best to resist him, but Mr. Moretti is persistent. He always get what he wants and he wants her. How long will Samai be able to resist the charms of Lorenzo?

Phoenix watched her closely, his eyes darting down to her tongue that poked out briefly to wet her lips. He was being unwaveringly blunt, but that was just him. He wanted this girl; he knew that now. He was over being cautious and considerate- he didn't care about that shit anymore. Soft, beautiful, and sweet, Penelope was everything he wasn't-everything he shouldn't have; it was ironic, but it was also all the more reason why he craved her. • Book 2 in Dominant Series

COMPLETED A girl finds herself falling for the devil.. Arabella Walton, daughter of Gabriel Walton, leader of the New York City mafia finds herself falling for the Italian mafias don, Mateo Lopez. Arabella, 23, is all a girl dreams of, the riches and the lavish lifestyles but she wants more that just to sit at home, she wants excitement. Mateo, 29, is the Don he is in-charge and he is heartless, until he meets Ara who seems to be his only weakness, but is it a weakness or is it a strength? •All of the Italian in this is from google translate so if it is wrong I am sorry please leave a comment so I can change it :)• WARNING MATURE THEMES OF SEXUAL ASSAULT AGE GAP #1 in match #1 in swearing #1 in rudeness #1 in fit #1 in devil