"Spread you legs" he demanded lust in his voice. I obeyed and opened wide, my eyes roamed down the tattoos on his chest to the scare on his neck, to his eyes then I knew this was a bad night I never wanted to forget. Emily is a freshmen in college, Studying to be a doctor. Emily has everything planed out in her life, Until she decides to let lose with her best-friend only to be noticed by the most powerful, Arrogant, and richest man in the world. Lorenzo Valentino also know as Enzo is a 25 year old Italian mafia leader. The human definition of womanizer, He never sleep with a girl no more than once and never introduced them to his parent. Feared in New York and almost ever where he steps foot in, Known for his ruthlessness and bachelor ways. What happen the mafia king see Emily in his club? Sexual content don't read unless your 18+ Enjoy!! Subscribe to my yt channel link in bio💕

Tragedy brought me to them, love made me stay. Constatine Walker & Elias Diaz They were my light and I was their solace. Apart we were dull, but together we were extraordinary. ------------ "What happened?" He finally asked. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want them to know even though I'm sure they've already speculated. I'd let them think what they wanted because I couldn't bare to say it out loud, I wanted to leave that behind me. Elias soft lips caressed my thigh as if trying to sooth the pain. My breathing hitched as his tongue slid along my skin, further up my thigh, to the top of the bruise. Once he was finished mending me, he leaned up to grab around my ribs and I winced. "Is there more?" He asked leaning me back slightly. I don't know why but I didn't stop him when he slowly slid my top up my stomach to expose yet another bruise. Maybe it's because I already knew what he was going to do and I wanted it. My head flung back as his warm wet mouth covered my skin, tasting me, arousing me into delirium. My skin burned in his wake, begging for one more kiss as he returned to my thigh. "Does his lips feel good?" Con asked in my ear. I nodded my head in response, unable to force the words out. "Do you want to know what my lips feel like?" He asked.

This book means a lot to me, I've started my book when my mother passed away and it has been helping cope with her passing. The dreams and flashbacks and some parts did happen in my life, not the mafia nor the kidnapping haha. But this book means a lot to me and I want to share my story with you. Thank you for reading my book, I love you all!

Deya is a 23-year-old girl who lost everything. Consumed by blame, she navigates the London streets in search of her ultimate end. When a ruthless gang leader, Max, crosses her path, she can't believe her luck. But what happens once he, contrary to his reputation, refuses to end her suffering? Can she escape? And what if living with criminals wakes up a dark part of her, one she had no idea existed? ------------------------------------------ This is my first story, updates published at least once in two weeks. Thanks to anyone taking their time to open this book. I'll appreciate any advice or comments you might have.

Highest Ranking -#157 In Romance Maya Keen is an ordinary young woman, her life is great. She has her perfect fiance by her side, amazing friends that won't betray her and her dream job. But one night changes her life and a certain Italian has something to do with it.

Number one rule of the West Side Mafia. NEVER mess with anyone from the East Side. That rule especially applied to the boss's daughter Dallas. How then does she find herself involved with Angel, Devil and Fallen three of the East Sides most notorious mobsters.

Warning: Only for ages 18+ "You are in my seat," I repeated. "You said that already," the boy beside him voiced with a profound russian accent. The undertone sent a chill to break out on my skin. My hands curled around the books in my arms as I studied him a bit more. The two were similar in the physical, same bone structure and sharp jawline except for the crooked way the second one's nose was angled. As I looked him over he studied me with the eyes of sweet honey, the pools of gold shameless in their perusal. "We are entitled to sit anywhere we like." "You haven't listened the first time," I gritted. I was not in the mood for his bullshit. Not after what I went through this morning. "You are both entitled to a empty seat such as those in the back row." I pointed to the desks Mrs. Murray keeps free of name tags. "This is my section." His lips pursed. "And what about this seat? It is empty. No name, therefore I have claimed it." "I don't do well with partners," I explained. "Not if you like people who bite." His smirk was devilishly sly. "Vy mozhete ukusit' menya v lyuboye vremya, krasivaya devushka." You can bite me any time, pretty girl. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ This is Korina Volkov's first encounter with Maksimillian Nikolaev, a Russian fighter for the Bratva. He's charming and persistent, but Korina wants nothing to do with him. She's a girl with dark secrets, a thief forced to steal to uphold a debt with the Dom of the Russian Brotherhood. Boris Sokolov. The father of her fiancé, Erik. Despite her future with another boy, Maksimillian chases. He wants her. He's adamant about stealing her heart. But soon Boris returns with Korina's past, and a deal that can set her family free from the chains he cast upon them. In order to save her family she'll reach further into the mafia's madness, tangled in a mess of lust, love, deception and the hunger for Maksimillian that will result in giving up being a thief and welcoming a new role.

He practically dragged me through this long dark hallway and every time a tear slipped down my cheek I quickly wiped it away. I caught a few glimpses of other girls locked in cages and blood smeared here and there on the walls. What the hell was this place? "V-Vincenzo?" I whispered as we continued to walk down the hallway. "What." He said dryly. "W-Where are y-you taking me?" I said which caused him to stop dead in his tracks and he looked down at me. "Oh bambina, you've got a lot to learn." He said as he rubbed his thumbs my cheeks and before I knew it there was another cloth over my mouth and my eyes shut. The last thing I can remember is slowly falling into his arms. ****************** ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

"Use your words doll I want to hear that sweet voice of yours" He said gripping my jaw even more tightly. I was sure that this will leave marks on my face. "Yeah... I understand..." "And what do you exactly understand doll. We wanna hear don't we" He said while turning and looking at his friends who nodded agreeing to Blake like the puppets they were. "I...I won't..talk...to..him" "Good girl " He said letting go my jaw and kissing my forehead. This guy was so sick Caution: self harm | abusive words |

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