To the world, Aarav Rathore was a monster wrapped in bespoke suits. To me... he was the cage I never wanted to escape. His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Daddy. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love.

Behind Closed Doors: The Diabolical Love | A dark Romance | 18+ Mia Moretti has always lived in the shadows of her family. Protected, sheltered, and silenced. At eighteen, she is sweetness wrapped in fragility, the only daughter in a world where her brothers' voices carry more weight than her own. But one fateful night changes everything. At a glittering gala meant to celebrate her brother's marriage, she catches the eye of Xavier Vitale-the most feared name in both the business empire and the mafia underworld. Twice her age, ruthless and untouchable, Xavier doesn't just notice her... he claims her. What begins as an obsession quickly turns into a prison. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Mia finds herself trapped under Xavier's control. His rules, his rage, his love twisted into possession. She was raised to be gentle. He was born to destroy. And now, Mia must survive a man who doesn't know how to let go because Xavier Vitale will burn the world before he ever lets her escape.

"Kneel," Abhimanyu commanded "No... please," she whispered through her sobs His eyes flashed, hardening with impatience. "I said kneel, Riddhima," he repeated, his tone even sharper. "I'm sorry, Abhimanyu, please..." she pleaded, desperation lacing every word But his expression only darkened further. "If you don't kneel by the count of three, my belt will teach you obedience until you can't take it anymore," he warned, his voice low and controlled yet filled with undeniable menace. "One... two..." he began to count, leaving no room for hesitation. Before he could reach three, she dropped to her knees, her heart pounding in terror. Satisfied, he pulled a chair and sat directly in front of her, his gaze fixed on Riddhima with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. "Tonight," he said slowly, each word deliberate and unyielding, "you're going to learn to think twice before you ever defy me again." . . . Story of two childhood friends who got separated in childhood, but in future he was not ready to let her go because she belongs to him but from a sweet boy he turned into a control freak. • LOTS OF VIOLENCE AND MANIPULATION BY ML IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE THEN DON'T READ• !! STORY OF A VILLAIN !!

"𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 ?"

You thought dating an FC Barcelona player would be a dream-but with Héctor Fort, it slowly turns into a nightmare. At first, he was charming, attentive, irresistible. You felt chosen. Special. But now, every outfit is a problem, every message on your phone makes him suspicious, every post is questioned. He says it's because he cares. But love shouldn't feel like fear. In public, he's perfect-posting you like you're the luckiest girl in the world. Behind closed doors, he snaps, controls, and gaslights. You tell yourself it's just stress, just his passion for you. But deep down, you know it's not love-it's obsession. And while everyone sees you as the girl who "got the footballer," you're living with a man who treats you like property. You're not his girlfriend anymore-you're his possession. And no one sees it but you.

He sighed loudly, and still holding me tightly, sat up. "Why did you run?" He demanded. His voice was hoarse and I could see pain in his eyes. My wolf was killing me inside. She wanted to make Declan feel better, in any way she could. I, however, was thinking the exact opposite. "Because I don't want this. Not right now." I told him honestly. His eyes grew darker. "You are never leaving my side again. Not until I know you won't run." He told me. "And I will make sure of it." Then he leaned down and started kissing my neck. I froze when I felt his teeth start to graze the spot my mark would eventually be. "Wait.... Declan!" I choked out, then I felt his teeth sink into my neck, claiming me as his. Declan had started the mating process. *Terrific cover photo created by xbleedingsouls*

Faye Stevens. 16, sweet, innocent. She's nothing like other teenagers who go out partying and smoking weed, but when she's forced to move in with her sister, her whole life will be tossed upside down all thanks to the curly headed boy in the leather jacket. "Say goodbye to your innocence, kitten"

He don't talk much. He don't smile either. But when Dre "Ghost" Carter sees Jade for the first time, words ain't even necessary - the look in his eyes says it all: she's his. Dre runs the streets in silence - no noise, no witnesses, no mercy. The kind of man people whisper about but never dare to cross. Jade? She's not from that world. She's quiet, funny, the type who minds her business and stays out the way. Until her best friend drags her to a party that changes everything. One stare across that smoky room, and the most dangerous man in the city decides she belongs to him. Jade swears she's not the "ride or die" type... but Dre's pull feels different. Possessive. Addictive. The kind of love that burns slow - and might just destroy them both. Because in his world, silence can kill... and love can too.

When city-bred Siané takes a wrong exit on a solo trip to Alabama, her flat tire becomes a twist of fate. Khaizon, the big, slick-tongued mechanic-slash-landowner with a past dipped in trap and trauma, stops to help-and never lets her go. He ain't never seen a woman so damn neat. And she ain't never met a man so damn dirty...in all the ways that matter. What starts as a roadside rescue turns into late-night FaceTimes, surprise CashApp drops, and trips to the backwoods of Georgia where she finds out he can cook, fuck, and fight-and all three dangerously well. But when his past spins the block and hers gets exposed, will their love survive the ride...or crash out?

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.