"I don't want you like men want women." His lips grazed her forehead, then her temple. His breath was ragged. "I want you like a curse wants a victim. Like fire wants oxygen. I want to crawl under your skin and live there. I want to own your thoughts, your dreams, every goddamn breath you take." It all started with a dare - a kiss on a stranger's cheek at a lavish resort party. But that stranger turned out to be Devillian Giordano - ruthless CEO by day, feared mafia boss by night. Cold, commanding, and dangerously irresistible, he doesn't forgive easily... yet something about Siana Aydin begins to unravel him. What begins as a harmless kiss spirals into a twisted web of obsession, secrets, and a deal that cages her in his dark world. But Devillian isn't a hero. He's the monster at the end of every fairytale. And yet, she can't look away - drawn to the very danger that should terrify her. Secrets lurk in every corner, enemies plot from the shadows, and through it all, their hearts burn with forbidden passion. Tropes: Dark Romance, Possessive Alpha, Mafia x Innocent Girl, Deal with the Devil, Hidden Identity, Obsession, Found Weakness, Touch Her and Die. Smut alert 🔞 She's his sunshine. He's her storm. And she's about to become his dark devotion.

KANE RULES THE UNDERWORLD WITH AN IRON FIST AND A LOADED GUN. He expects nothing short of absolute, unquestioned obedience from everyone around him. The only place where his men are free to let loose is at The Playground, a brothel, and showroom run by the devil's own brother, Zion. Growing up in the underworld hardens even the softest of hearts but not Anaïs. Somehow, her sweet nature shines through. When she is snatched from the streets and thrown into The Playground to work off her father's debts, the darkness of the world tries to dim her light. What happens when the chronically bored ruler of hell finds a flower among the filth?

𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖕 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘, 𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖊. He's a walking red flag with blood on his hands, wearing his CEO label as a cover. She's a smart mouth doc with no time for criminals-especially charming ones. When Dr. Eleanor Iseman is forced to treat the city's most feared mafia boss, she plans to stitch him up and walk away, unaware about his world of crimes. But Sylvester Cole doesn't do temporary. He's used to taking what he wants-and right now, he wants her.

...And if Hell feels like Heaven you didn't change the Devil. But he changed You! ____________________________________ Camilla's life was never easy but she always managed to pull through. That was until the night of her birthday where her world turned upside down without her knowing. Her fate now was on the hands of the most lethal man in Italy... Matteo Angelinni. A sadist with no soul. A ruthless man who knows no love but is determined to not let go of the girl with the golden hair. When Camilla finds herself trapped in a situation where she only wishes for Oblivion she'll learn that the only way she can survive is by taming Il Diavolo himself.

His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart. Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness. Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in. Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead

Novella has been mine from the moment I laid my eyes on her. I always kept watch, biding my time, waiting for the right moment to claim her. Finding her unconscious, covered in blood on the bathroom floor of her home is where I draw the line though. Watching is over. It's time to claim her. And while I claim her, I'll hunt down the man who touched her and make him pay. He'll be the first example of what happens to anyone who touches my woman.

Standing in the corner as they sing happy birthday to her, she's an adult now. But she's too pure, and twelve years younger than me. I respect her brother, Azrael, too much to think about her that way, though I know she likes me. I can't be with another woman without thinking of her, but I've made her think I hate her. She deserves more than someone like me, just an employee working for her brother. I took a sip of my drink, avoiding her gaze. She even has a boyfriend now. Azrael approached, holding Sofia, his ex bodyguard's daughter. "Amelia's been accepted to a university in L.A.," he said." I nodded, waiting for him to finish "She's going to live with you." ♡♡︎♡︎ An eighteen-year-old blind girl. A thirty-year-old, broken mafia boss with a tragic past. She's young and off-limits, but neither of them can seem to let go.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

"I don't know. Please let me go,...please..." She pleaded with her eyes half open while her lip shivered giving into the freezing night of Alaska. She whimpered feeling a hand at her chin yanking her face up. Her whole body was sore giving into the torture she had been through. "Beautiful,..." Someone breathed into her ear and she knew who this voice belong to. "...who tied her up?" Demon demanded from the man standing behind him now. Nancy broke into the sobs looking up. "Please, I really don't know anything about Ken...he..." Her voice gave up when he rubbed his thumb on her mouth. "I trust you sweetie. But it seems he has left something for us to collect." Dark Romance 18+