He used to bully her. Now he owns her. When Alessia Romano walked into her new job at De Luca Enterprises, the last face she expected to see was his-Giovanni De Luca, the rich, sadistic bastard who tormented her in college... and the man who now controls her career, her body, and her every breath. Worse? He's not just a billionaire CEO. He's the boss of the Italian Mafia-and he's been waiting for her. Giovanni doesn't just want Alessia under his command-he wants her on her knees, begging, branded, and broken in all the ways only he can deliver. And when she resists, he doesn't fire her. He cages her. The tension is unbearable. The sex? Rough, possessive, and addictive. He spanks. He binds. He whispers filth in Italian while she moans into silk sheets. And despite her defiance, her hate, her fear-her body keeps surrendering. But Alessia is no longer the scared girl from college. She's smarter. Angrier. And dangerously close to falling in love with the devil who's tying her wrists and stealing her soul. In a world of secrets, bullets, and obsession, love isn't safe. It's a weapon. WARNING ⚠️ This story is extremely erotic If that's not your scene then please don't read But if you love dark erotica then you'll love this novel

Anya Morelli doesn't just walk into a room-she unravels it. A prodigy with a paintbrush. A daughter forged in blood. An heir to the Russian mafia by birth and the Italian syndicate by bloodline, Anya was never supposed to be soft. But she doesn't kill like her family. She captures. With art that stops hearts and eyes that never flinch. No one gets close. Not anymore. Not since them. Santiago and Matias-best friends, lovers, and heirs to the Spanish throne of crime. Together, they gave Anya a taste of forever. Then they shattered it. What's left of her still bleeds into every canvas she paints, strokes of beauty born from ruin. But destruction has a scent. And it's returning. Vincent Delacour-the newly crowned French mafia king-rules with silence and steel. Beside him, Jules: sharp-tongued, smooth-smiled, and deadly in ways that don't leave marks. They see what others don't. They want what others wouldn't dare. Anya. Not her family name. Not her legacy. Her. And in the dangerous quiet between memory and temptation, something begins to smolder. Something volatile. Something inevitable. - "You think you've hidden the worst parts of yourself," Vincent said, voice like ice sliding over flame. "But we see you, Anya." My laugh was soft, almost cruel. "No. You see what you want to break." Jules leaned against the studio doorframe, eyes dark. "Wrong. We see what we want to keep. And we don't share."

He didn't move. Couldn't. Sunlight traced the waterline across her stomach, highlighting the dip of her navel. The thong clung low, revealing the taut curve of her lower back. Droplets shimmered like gold. Desire hit him like a blow-raw, inconvenient. He imagined peeling that scrap of fabric aside with his teeth, tasting saltwater on her inner thigh. His pulse hammered. "Get out," he ordered, voice rough. Jade opened one eye. "Or what? You'll drag me?" Matteo stepped onto the submerged ledge, dress shoes sinking into wet tile. "Try me."

Avyaan Vedang Vishwanathan "He never believed in love. Until she became his wife. Now he believes in nothing else but owning her." ............ Udita Avyaan Vishwanathan. "He felt like danger... but for once, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to fall-if it meant falling into him." ....................... Join the beautiful journey of Avyaan and Udita finding their peace in each other

Yulia has survived hell-kidnapped, beaten, buried alive-and through it all, Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro tore the world apart to bring her back. Their love is her sanctuary, their passion a fire that burns away the lingering shadows of her captivity. But when Dimitri Zverev steps into their lives, he brings a storm they never saw coming. "You dragged her into this!" Leonardo's voice is a thunderous growl, his fists clenched, his body trembling with barely contained rage. "And yet she's still alive, isn't she?" Dimitri fires back, his tone defiant, though a flicker of guilt betrays him. Dimitri's eyes darken, his jaw tightening as he stands his ground. "You think I don't know what I've done? I'd die for her just as you would. I bled for her and I would bleed for any of you!" But Dimitri is more than just a man with regrets-he's a force that shakes the foundation of everything Yulia and her men have built. His raw intensity, his unyielding loyalty, his whispered promises threaten to unravel their delicate balance. Lines blur as passion ignites, and the shadows of Dimitri's life spill into theirs, bringing danger, temptation, and the promise of something neither Yulia nor her men ever expected: completion. Four men. One woman. A love that doesn't just heal-it devours. Sequel of Yulia. Cannot be read as a stand alone, because it will be confusing.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪," 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙧. 𝙉𝙖𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙮. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘒𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘝𝘰𝘭𝘬𝘰𝘷 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘕𝘢𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𓍼 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴. 𓍼

It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.

"I should let you go," he growled against her throat. "But I'd rather watch you beg while I ruin every inch of you instead." ... Davina James thought she'd escaped the worst of it. After years trapped in an abusive relationship with a rising New York crime lord, she finally breaks free-disappearing into the shadows of Las Vegas with nothing but a duffel bag of cash and a promise her brother made years ago: If you ever decide to leave him, I'll be here. Desperate to survive without exposing her past, Davina takes a job as a bartender at La Rosa Nera-the most exclusive strip club on the Strip. What she doesn't know is that the club is owned by Lucian Accardi, a man far more dangerous than the one she fled. Lucian rules the Las Vegas underworld with silence and blood. He watches everything. Misses nothing. And the moment Davina walks through his doors, he wants her. Soft-spoken. Bruised. Hiding something. Lucian sees it all. And worse-he decides she's his. But claiming her comes with a price. Davina's brother is the detective hunting Lucian's empire from the inside. Her past is a powder keg waiting to ignite. And Lucian? He doesn't do love. He does possession. Twisted loyalty. Forbidden attraction. Power. Control. In this world, survival means surrender. And surrendering to a man like Lucian Accardi might just ruin her... or set her free. Please Read Content Warning Before Adding Book

Anyla's life is finally starting to take a bright turn. A new apartment in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. A real RN job with a real paycheck. After years of struggle, she's finally stepping into her soft era. And then there's him. Min Choi-her landlord. Sweet. Polite. The kind of man who smiles with his whole face and holds the door just a second too long. He offers her a luxury unit at a price that feels like a blessing. And when she meets him in person? He feels like one too. But blessings don't watch you the way Min does. They don't text every night to check on your locks. They don't know your favorite wine-or exactly how you take your coffee. And they sure as hell don't smile when someone else says your name. At first, he just seemed like the perfect landlord. But now Anyla isn't sure if she moved into her dream life... Or a carefully constructed trap.