-COMPLETE- [09. 10. 20. - 03. 06. 21] Angelo Giovanni had eyes for a certain fiery black haired beauty. No matter what he couldn't just get enough of the petite minx working as an exotic dancer working in his club. Ariel LaRusso has had a passion for classical ballet for as long as she could remember. But she also had a passion for exotic dances, sensual music and her body on the twelve feet high pole. Dance. Music and Sex. That's all drove Ariel. That was all of took to keep her sane. She was perfectly okay with no strings attached relationships, and that was wonderful because Angelo didn't want to settle down. At least not any time soon. Some unfortunate events of the night, drives both the Ballerina and Underboss away. But eventually they find each other, because they can not help but come back for more. But what will really keep the Underboss and his Ballerina together? Will they even ever be together? Will the Ballerina have her long wanted happy ending? ____________________________________ WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS ADULT THEME, SEXUALIZED SITUATIONS, GRAPHIC CONTENTS, MATURE LANGUAGE, and in NO WAY is APPLICABLE for readers under 18 years of age. Don't contain any fluff rainbow stuff. Proceed at your own risk. THIS IS A TOXIC BOOK ____________________________________ [Book 2 of the Mob Boss Series] ____________________________________ ____________________________________ ©-2020- all rights reserved. November O'Riley. Romance fiction ____________________________________

♠️STALKER ROMANCE ♠️ Carvida never grew up in a stable environment. Her life was a living hell. And all it took was one night crying in the garden and wishing her life was different for everything to change. The next thing she knows her parents dead bodies are being carried in front of her and a mysterious man seems to wish her well being but is the man really good intentioned? The man is obsessed with her and all it took was one stare for his obsession to start... A heart he thought he lost years ago started beating again. He felt intrigued by her and after weeks of observing every single thing about her. He was more and more attracted to her... He became addicted. He wanted to possess her and he would have her... No matter the methods he had to use. His intentions were definitely not good. They were dark, toxic and most importantly cruel...

It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis

❝ Wrap your tongue around my cock la mia bellezza. Feel me, & enjoy the rhapsodies you are creating.❞ 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 & 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ©𝐕𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

We stopped at the end of the hallway and the doors opened. There stood a beautiful young man in a suit. With black hair in a Quiff, grey eyes, And 6'4. Then it hit me, that will be my husband in only a few minutes. Before i know it am standing in front of him, at the end of the hallway. " Do you Gabriele De Lucca, take Luna Bartolomei as your wife?" " I do" Gabriele in a thick italian voice. " And do you Luna Bartolomei, take Gabriele De Lucca as your husband?" " I do" " Now the power invested in me. I pronounce you husband and wife . You may kiss the bride." Gabriele, with one hand on my face and the other on my waist. Grabbed me and kiss me with the most passion ever. I felt like I could stay like that forever. " You do what i say and no gets hurt" He whispers to me for only me to be able to hear. Oh boy, this is going to be one long weekend.

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

"SCREW ALL OF YOU!" I yell and give them the finger, as the whole party looks at me like they've just witnessed a murder. "Happy fucking Easter y'all" I yell as I slam the door. You are probably wondering the fuck is this? well let me tell you it's not what you think.. i'm just an emotional teenager who has severe insecurities and basically just hates everyone...that is until I met him.

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙨. WARNING: This story will contain: graphic images, mature scenes, unhealthy relationships, age gaps, adult language, mental illnesses, self-harm / drugs, and dark content. All rights reserved, Copyright © 2020 by fxrgetmenot

A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK 1 OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing... and also slightly annoying. "Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?" she asked and returned to her seat once again. "I don't think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail." My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. "My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm syndrome looks like. In my years of experience, we see situations similar to this but its our job to help the victims realize" "Wow..." I started, really amazed at what she had said and what her work entails. I was only concerned why they locked me in a room with a psychotherapist "it must be difficult at times" I added. "yeah, its difficult every time" she laughed "but today isn't about me, I have a question for you." There was a brief pause in between before she carried on "Does Hunter deserve to go to jail?"