A girl who loved the quiet rhythm of working at her café and cherished the laughter she shared with her best friend never imagined her life would change so drastically. But then she met him. Nathan Gundy-his name was a whisper that stirred curiosity, but it was his piercing blue eyes that truly unsettled her. They seemed to hold a storm, a mix of pain and intensity that left her breathless and yearning to understand him. She didn't know then that behind those eyes was a man shrouded in danger and shadows, a man she should have feared. Nathan's life had been consumed by power and control. Love wasn't something he sought-or believed he could feel again. Yet the moment he saw Olivia, the girl with an innocent smile and kind heart, his world shifted. She wasn't just a passing interest; she became an obsession. Every stolen glance, every moment she laughed, only deepened his need for her. He wanted her not just as a fleeting desire but as his queen-a woman to stand beside him in a life built on secrets and bloodshed. But Olivia was blissfully unaware of who Nathan truly was. To her, he was the man who made her heart race, her first love-a love she had always dreamed would be pure and everlasting. But something about Nathan felt different, almost dangerous. His gaze lingered too long, his touch was too possessive, and his presence always seemed to carry a weight she couldn't place. What would she do when the truth came to light? When she learned that Nathan Gundy-the man who had claimed her heart-was not just a man but the ruthless Italian mafia boss feared by all? Her love for him was sacred, but it would come at a cost. Every moment she spent with him was like walking through a garden of deadly roses, where beauty masked the sharpest of thorns. Could she hold on to him, or would his world destroy her? yes! it's dangerous that's why it's fun Copyright ©️ 2024 danidiara_10 ©️ All rights reserved

"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.

ʟʏᴄᴀɴ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓰𝓼. 𝓢𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂. ||FAST PACED BOOK||

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

As she bends down, exposing the soft skin of her inner thighs, her pants hugging every curve. Adam's cock throbs, his restraint snapping. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵?" he growls, yanking her flush against him, his fingers digging into her waist. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵." "𝑵-𝑵𝒐.. 𝒎𝒏𝒏 " she moans His cock presses hard against her, making her shudder. He chuckles, low and dark. "𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦." Warning: This story contains themes that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Please proceed with caution⚠️

She was his niece by law. He was everything she was never allowed to want. After losing her billionaire parents to a tragic suicide pact, 19-year-old Raya is thrown into the ruthless world of her step-uncle-Zane Thornfield. Cold. British. Mafia. A man carved from sin and secrets. She mocks his accent. He claims he doesn't care. But hate burns hot... and one forbidden kiss turns into a wildfire neither of them can control. He was twice her age. Her guardian by law. And the only man who made her feel wanted. But when love becomes a scandal, and a vengeful ex threatens to ruin everything... Zane must choose between protecting her name- Or claiming her as his, forever. ___________________________________________ ⚠️Highly mature content |18+⚠️ Contains mature themes: age-gap, forbidden romance, morally grey relationships, and explicit sexual scenes (18+). All characters are consenting adults🔞🌶. Follows Wattpad's guidelines. #2 in agegapromance #1 in maturethemes #1 in loved #1 in sleepparalysis #1 in funny #1 in forbiddenromance Started : 22 may 2025 Ended : 4 June 2025

⚠️18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠️- Book 2 ⚠️ This is Book Two of the "His Personal Assistant" series. If you haven't read Book One yet, go back now and start from the beginning - or you'll be lost in the lies, lust, and blood. - He bent me over the marble sink, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my throat. "Look at yourself," he growled in my ear, dragging his cock so deep I saw stars. "This pussy's choking me like it was made for me." My legs trembled. My moan hit the mirror. "You're mine, Raven. Every fuckin' inch. And I'm not stopping 'til you forget anyone else ever touched you." He slammed in harder. Deeper. Meaner. And I thanked him for it. - Their love began in silence and sin. Now it's louder. Darker. Deadlier. And it's not over. Raven was never meant to fall for her ruthless, married boss. But she did. He was never meant to destroy everything for her. But he did. Now that the world knows what they are? There will be blood. But this love isn't soft. It's sharp. Unforgiving. It pulls the trigger first and asks questions later. And if anyone thinks they can come between Raven and Dominic now? They don't know obsession. They don't know revenge. And they sure as hell don't know him.

⚠️ 18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠️ Book 1- Completed - "Don't fucking close your legs." His voice was sharp, commanding, as his hands gripped my thighs and forced them apart again. "I want to see everything." The heavy weight of him pressing against my entrance. My breath hitched. He was thick, hard, the heat of him pulsing against me. He rubbed himself along my slick folds, teasing, pushing just enough to stretch me before pulling back. He groaned, his jaw clenching as he rubbed himself against me again, coating himself in my slickness. But I gasped, panic and desire crashing together. "Please, Dominic, we-we shouldn't. You're my boss." His jaw clenched, his hands tightening around my thighs. "Oh, sweetheart..." His voice dropped lower, almost taunting. "You should've thought about that before you got this fucking wet for me." I whimpered, my breath stuttering. - "He was a monster-ruthless, untouchable, feared by all. I should've stayed away. I should've never stepped into his world. But now... there's no way out." Raven was just looking for a job, a fresh start. Becoming a personal assistant seemed simple-follow orders, keep her head down, and collect a paycheck. But nothing is simple when your boss is Dominic Derveaux. Cold. Merciless. A king in the underworld. She should've run the moment she felt his gaze, the way his presence consumed the air around her. But it's too late. He's pulled her in, and the deeper she falls, the more she realizes... she might not want to escape.

A Dark Romance Thriller Novel ********************* A man who kills for a living and a girl who loves him for it-will this dangerous game end in love, or in death? ********************* Killian Drake is a fugitive, hunted by the law and the enemies he once ruled. When he breaks into an apartment to escape, he expects a hiding place-not Lana Sinclair. Too naive for her own good, she becomes his unwilling pawn. To Killian, she's just a distraction, a cover while danger closes in. But her soft gaze and unsettling curiosity pull him in deeper. She thinks she's in control, but she has no idea how close to the edge she's stepping. In this deadly game, he's the hunter, and she's the prey. But as obsession takes hold, who's truly in control? ********************* Tropes: ●Criminal x Civilian ●Forced Proximity ●Twisted Obsession ●Dangerous Romance ●Unreliable Narrator ●Dark, Seductive Tension ●Antihero Male Lead

Vienne Marlow, a medical student and his intern. She planned on surviving her internship peacefully and quietly-keep her head down, get the credits, and get it done without drawing anyone's attention. But that was before him. Before the late-night encounters, the smirks across lecture halls, the hands that shouldn't have touched her but did. Before she realized her professor wasn't just watching her-he was studying her. Mapping her. Obsessing over every way she could be his. Dr. Sebastian Vale, a surgeon and her professor. He wanted her bent over his desk, legs spread, skirt pushed up, panties on the floor, hair in his fist, screaming his name loud enough for the whole building to hear. 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 → 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 × 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 → 𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙥 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 → 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 & 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙋𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 & 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 → 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 → 𝙃𝙤𝙩, 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙨, 𝙃𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙨 → 𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙞𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩