He gripped my waist flipping our position, my hands quickly gripping the headboard of my bed. My legs straddled his face, my cunt hovering over his mouth. He let out a breath, the cool air made my core clench. "vince this-" I moaned lifting my hips trying to move away. I could feel myself twitching in wanted pleasure. I wanted it so bad, but he- "fucking ride." ... Highest Rankings #1- fiction #1- brothersbestfriend #1- mafiaprincess #1- language #1- mobboss #1- daddyissues #1- daddysgirl #1- spicy #2- fluffandsmut #2- dominant #4- graphiccontent #3- mafiasmut #4- billionaire

"Because I want Lorenzo Russi. I am the one that deserves him, not Casey. Of all the years he was with her, she said he loves her. She really believes after sleeping in separate bedrooms for almost seventeen years, from not even receiving a kiss from the man. That he loved her? That he wouldn't dare to leave her for me. But I'm the one wearing his third generation great grandmother's ring, not a basic store bought ring that Casey has. Did you know that this stone was tanzanite? There's only few stones that were ever mined, such a beautiful rarity. Just how my husband describes me, a rarity. Lorenzo knew, he knew that it was to be on my finger. Not Casey or any other woman." The drama and lust fueled love story between The Don of the Russi Family and his woman. This story contains severe explicit content. #1 in #wmbw 9/22/2023 #1 in #woman 10/8/2023

"He is my drug, addiction, rehab and the only antidote to cure this irrevocable sickness running through my veins" She'd always had a one track mind: Find the perfect husband. It shouldn't have been hard, she was everything a made man wanted. She was the daughter of the Capo, docile and polite, undisputedly beautiful and the girl every man wanted. Even from the early ages of her youth she had been tagged as elite wife material. Aurora Cremonesi was a name that was everywhere. The whispered words of the mythological legend her beauty created were echoed from every corner of the underworld. The untouchable Mafia Principessa was a modern day Psyche. There was only one man in the Underworld who didn't want her, or to know anything of this abstract belle. Vincenzo Salvatore. The most infamous playboy on the East Coast and heir to The New York Borgata. He had acquired her hand through the need to protect his syndicate and that's all the beloved Cremonesi girl would be to him: a business deal. It was done. The year Aurora would turn eighteen she would wed Vincenzo and become his wife. But when the four years of waiting are up and Vincenzo returns for his Principessa she is gone. Replace by a woman with hateful, serpentine eyes and a heart so cold you'd freeze to death before getting the chance to thaw it. He hadn't spared her a glance all those years ago but now, The Evil Queen he'd take home with him piqued his interest. He wanted her. She hated him. So he'd sworn to break her. To delve into her past and find out why she hated him, why the Princess turned to the dark side and she vowed to kill him. Slowly. To make everyday they shared a bed the nightmare of his life. But in a world dominated by men, what would become of a Queen who'd lost her King? BOOK I OF SERPENTS AND SAVIOURS MAFIA CHRONICLES (can be read as a stand-alone)

Mercy Leigh Hollis knows how to be good. She's been good her whole life- Soft-spoken. Skirt-wearing. Heaven-fearing. Taught to keep her legs closed and her prayers louder than her thoughts. But one wrong moment puts a man with blood on his hands in her life-and suddenly, "good" doesn't feel like enough. He's older. Meaner. Doesn't flinch at sin. And he sees right through her lace and Sunday dresses. She wasn't supposed to want him. She wasn't supposed to like the way his voice sounded when it said her name. She wasn't supposed to open the door when the devil knocked- But here she is. Askin' to be taught. And he's more than willin' to ruin her the slow way. This isn't a redemption arc. It's a fall from grace with eye contact

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. Calculated eyes. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her. •••• "You know," she whispers, "Everyone would be disgusted by the things I would let you do to me." I smirk. She's made for me. "Tell me," I said, "Tell me what you would let me do." I rub my thumbs across her cheeks. She grins up at me, looking so fucking pleased with herself. "Can I show you instead?" -------- Amorette Ávila is just trying to support her family and make something of her life. She meets a man who changes her perception of all things. Augustine Eros is a dangerous man, one who kills and controls crime, and that scares her. She wants to look out for her brother, but that only leads her closer to the man she fears. However, he finds something in her he's never found before, and he's addicted. She sees through his rough facade, and her curiosity seems to drive her interest. She's an angel to him, and he thrives off of it. She is his drug, and he wants to overdose on her.

❝There you go again...❞ he murmured against my neck, his breath igniting every nerve in my body. ❝Playing the innocent mouse, when really, you're a cunning little fox begging for release. ❞ Sophie Cruz, a compassionate and skilled physical therapist living in the sunshine of Miami, is known for a delicate touch and dedication to her patients. Yet all the darkness that lies beneath her structured life is slowly unveiled when she's assigned to care for a mysterious patient recovering from complications of a severe injury. Unbeknownst to her, the patient is Aiden Accardi, the calculating and ruthless leader of the Accardi Crime Family, big players with decades of influence in the city. When Aiden invites Sophie to leave her public practice to work with him privately, she is suddenly entrenched into the viscious nature of the crime underworld. Her delicate touch becomes her very own weapon against the cold mafia leader, igniting a dangerous game. A game that has her in the hands of an insatiable man. © All Rights Reserved (victoriapinkglitter) ⚠mature content #1 in #enemiestolovers - 01/12/2025 #4 in #romance - 10/03/2025 #17 in #darkromance - 03/26/2025

⚠️ BE WARNED⚠️: This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content. Cara Chiara Alessi. A killer ballerina. She collects revenge, wrapped in pink lace and ribbons. She loves to dance. She loves to kill. Her next choreography mixes both passions, a dedication to Kieran Dorchadas, the man who murdered her friend and stole her grandpapa's mansion. The performance isn't on stage. But its staged. Step for step, she planned Kieran Dorchadas's Downfall. Kieran traffics arms, drugs, and humans, and has developed a fondness for Cara. Her ignorant and confident ways draw him only more to her, an infatuation she plans to exploit this summer. But a summer without heartbreak is boring. But whose heart will be broken? Whose hearts will be stolen? And whose heart will be trafficked - quite literally, or metaphorically? Started: Completed: ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! My books are my hard work, I put time and effort in them⚠️⚠️⚠️

BOOK ON HOLD-- writers block 😔 𝗜𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 is the perfect little ballerina - soft-spoken, obedient, and untouched by the world that sold her. To everyone else, she's just a quiet girl with lowered eyes and pointed toes. But 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢 knows better. He sees the way her hands tremble. The way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The way she obeys like she's afraid not to. And it pulls him in. She was promised to him-a contract sealed in blood, not love-and now she belongs to a man as cold as he is calculated and controlling. Rafael doesn't crave her affection. He isn't looking to be wanted. What he wants is to unravel her. To possess every piece of the girl the world calls delicate. But Ivory isn't fragile. She's fractured. And the closer he gets, the more she falls apart for him. In a world of shadows, power, and pain, their connection becomes something twisted. Addictive. Dangerous. Because when you give yourself to a monster... you don't get to choose what parts of you he keeps. And when control slips... Desire takes its place. And Rafael never loses. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ "Careful, Ivory. I play rougher when someone thinks they can outmatch me." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ { 18+ | Dark Mafia Romance } 𝖢𝖮𝖯𝖸𝖶𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝟤𝟢𝟤5 @𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆