"𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭, 𝚴𝐞𝐫𝐨." A shudder ran down Nero's spine as she watched the man before her lean back against his office chair, spread his bulky thighs, and tip his head back as he watched her with those sultry eyes of his. She knew it was wrong to want him, that wanting him would only bring her trouble, yet she found her mouth salivating at the mere sight of him. It was unfair how attractive he was. "Why? You didn't let me cum yesterday." His eyebrow twitched, the corner of his lips tipping in amusement. "Only good girls get to cum, diavolina." ❦ It was never Nero Rothschild's intention to find herself as the central figure in every fantasy of the don of the most influential and dangerous mafia in New York. Especially when said man also happened to be Niccolò Lyon, the rival of the Lucchese family she was forced to work for. After generations of conflict, the two mafias had finally settled their issues by arranging the marriage of Niccolò Lyon with the cousin of the Lucchese heir-a marriage that would save thousands of lives from dying in the meaningless war. Everyone knew the importance of the marriage, understanding what it meant for the future of the underworld. Everyone but Niccolò, it seemed. The day Niccolò Lyon saw Nero Rothschild, he knew he had to have her, to possess her. He found himself pining after her attention, her touch, and her lips. He knew he was wrong to want the girl so badly. She had already been claimed by his rival despite wanting nothing to do with the lovesick man. The fact only made Niccolò desire the little devil even more, especially when he found out that the Lucchese family had gone against their promise of peace by hiring her to coldheartedly murder him. He needed to have her, to make her his, and to own her. Fiancée be damned.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚." Natalia glared at Lorenzo and tried crawling away from him once more, every cell in her body screaming for her to run as far away as she could. "How many times do I need to cum before you're satisfied?" Natalia panted against him, desperate noises leaving her mouth as the sixth orgasm started building in the pit of her stomach. Lorenzo pulled her closer when he sensed the girl crawling away, ignoring her whimpers as he grew rougher. "Until you realise this is a punishment, not a reward." "And when has excessive orgasms ever been a punishment?" "Let's see if you'll think the same in a few hours." ❦ Natalia Martin was simply on a work trip. Simply on a work trip when she happened to meet Lorenzo Valiente, not knowing that kissing him would change her life, not knowing that taking him to her hotel room would change her life, not knowing that offering him to stay would change her life. But neither had Lorenzo. Lorenzo Valiente hadn't expected that having sex with the strange woman would force her into hiding and that he'd feel compelled to take her in and undo what wrongs he had done by accidentally putting a bounty on her head. His status as capo dei capi had never affected the clueless women he fucked until then. And it was not like he had intended to put a million-dollar bounty on the young successful career woman's head. He just thought that her eyes were pretty. That her dimpled cheek was cute. And that her bright smile made his heart skip a beat.

Matteo Rossi X Aria Bianchi "Matteo-" The word dies in my throat as he reaches across the console, one arm wrapping around my waist, and before I can process what's happening, he lifts me effortlessly and pulls me onto his lap. My breath catches and I stare at him, stunned. His face is inches from mine. Close enough that I can see the faint scar near his eyebrow. Close enough to feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Matteo-" I start again, but it comes out softer this time. He kisses me. It's not gentle, it's not hesitant.... it's desperate. I freeze for half a second, my mind blanking completely and then something inside me snaps. I kiss him back harder, aggressive in a way that surprises even me. His lips are rough on mine, aggressive and insistent. He kisses me like he's starving for it. My hands fist in his shirt, anchoring myself to him as he devours my mouth. His tongue slides against mine and I moan into him. The sound is swallowed by his kiss, muffled by his lips.

Atlas Petrakis was born to move fast. As a Formula 1 racer, speed was his escape-the roar of engines drowning out everything he refused to feel. On the track, he was fearless. Unstoppable. Alive. Now, he was forced to leave the racing circuits for boardrooms, transforming adrenaline into power and billion-dollar deals. The world sees a brilliant businessman, a ruthless heir, a man who never loses control. But behind the tailored suits and polished smiles lies a past that still chases him. And when love enters his life, Atlas discovers that no amount of speed can outrun what's buried deep inside his heart. Because some crashes don't happen on the track. They happen in love. A billionaire romance about speed, silence, and the second son who was never supposed to win.

❛❛ Oh dear love, we don't go near that door...no one in the flat does...the man that lives behind it is Alexander Solonik. ❜❜ . . . Everyone in the neighbourhood wanted them kicked out for no reason, they were never seen, never heard of and they never open their door. They never left their home. It was almost as if...no one lived inside that house? But-only I saw the little boy who lived there. And only I know about it because my mother would trap me in my room for even making eye contact with them. Started: 18/08/2022 Finished: 31/08/22 This book contains mature scenes! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!! RATINGS: # 4 romance out of 2M stories # 13 love out of 2.3M # 1 wattpad

"Dance for me." ... August Lance is a man who built his world on precision, control, and ruthless standards, the young, untouchable owner of the most luxurious hotel in the city, where perfection is not an aspiration but an expectation. Jasmine Hale lives in an entirely different reality, balancing survival, sacrifice, and responsibility as a dancer at Red Roses, a life she never dreamed of but cannot afford to escape. Their worlds collide one sleepless night when August pays ten thousand dollars for a private dance he never touches, a moment that should have faded into memory but refuses to disappear. Days later, fate delivers a cruel twist when Jasmine unknowingly walks into August's hotel as a newly hired maid, only to be fired within minutes under circumstances neither of them fully understands.

I shouldn't have played the game. I knew I couldn't win. When the man I loathe the most used bribery to mess with my academic achievements, almost getting me expelled from the best private academy on the continent, I didn't think twice before starting to plot my revenge. Soren Ford might seem like the world's biggest gentleman, but underneath the mask he's nothing but a predator. And the worst part? The predators always find their prey. Now he's trapped me, caged me up and vowed never to let me go. Not until he breaks me. Not until he ruins me. Not until he owns everything that I am. But even the weakest prey can become a predators worst nightmare - and that's exactly what I'll be.

MAFIA ROMANCE • CRIME DRAMA || "It's a bit predatory, don't you think?" She turned her head sideways, facing him. "You following me and all that." "Really?" Armando's tone was coloured in sarcasm as he arched a brow. "I was hoping it would charm the ladies." * * * Armando Sciacca is fixated on being more than a nameless soldier in the New Orleans Family. He'd do anything to achieve it until he gets distracted by Eleanora's pretty eyes, a tailoress and the daughter of a made man. Together, they navigate the road of power, greed, and wrath, only to see their marriage tested by past enemies. Together, they'll discover how their shortcomings stare back at them when the children they raise and guide lead lives full of sin. They thought love was enough to raise the second generation. But it wasn't. In the end, it's Eleanora who pays the price for her husband's ambitions. * * * COMPLETED [Word count: 91,000] Copyright © 2026 Serafina Remondo All rights reserved.

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SEQUEL TO WICKED GAMES Eliana trusted Reid with her life. He betrayed her without ever meaning to. Eliana learned control because losing it nearly got her killed. Reid lives in fear of the monster that can be turned loose inside his head-of loving her and still being used as a weapon against her. When their paths collide again, love isn't enough to guarantee a second chance. Some hearts don't survive the things they've been through. Will they fight their way back to each other-or lose each other for good? With new and old enemies lurking in their shadows, anything could happen.