Aurora Gomez is a 22 year old girl, who had to learn how to survive on her own after the death of her parents. She's a law student by day and a stripper by night, how else would she pay for tuition? She hasn't felt anything in years, she's practically numb, until an unfortunate encounter connects her with a man who evokes nothing , but pure hatred from her. Lorenzo Romano is the 30 year old leader of the Italian mafia, the Dón. He's ruthless and merciless. He's a busy man who hardly comes into the city, until his reign is being threatened and the only one who can help him is Aurora. The woman who he hated at first sight. Not to mention she can't stand him either. **UNEDITED**

Luca is a 28 year old mafia don, who is trying to better himself mentally with everything he's been through, he just wants to feel free. Kiana is a 24 year old therapist dealing with her own emotions and shit, she just wanted an escape. They meet and attempt to help each other, no romantic feelings but life makes everything harder and they can't stay away from each other. ** There is a lot of mature content in this book and I will not be putting warnings before as it will be long: this includes, sex (between more than one partner), drug abuse, sexual assault and harassment, mental illness and others. Please do not read if you feel as though you will be triggered** He stalked his way towards her. No words were uttered. Pure lust evident in their eyes. He backed her into a corner, she was looking everywhere but him, she couldn't, she shouldn't. His hand toyed with the hem of her dress. He hesitated. His mind was racing with thoughts of how he shouldn't, he couldn't. Her heartbeat picked up, her breaths quickened, her body needed him. He saw the affect he had on her. Pulling up her dress, he saw she had no panties on. Enraged he wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her, making her look into his eyes. His other hand slid into her folds, she was soaking wet, just for him. She whimpered in response. She couldn't get enough. Her hips rocked back and forth along with his fingers. He added another. Yet to kiss her, he pushed the thought out of his head. Her body began to rock faster, causing moans to fall from her mouth. He bent down to her ear and whispered, "Perché non possiamo semplicemente stare lontani gli uni dagli altri belli?". (Why can't we just stay away from each other beautiful?).

"Mavis I just don't want you to get hurt." He says I sigh and look away feeling a little hurt. "Why can't you just let be with him."I say sadly he grabs my chin and looks me in the eyes. "Because he is not right for you." He says leaning in a bit so I do the same looking at plump his lips. "Then who is."I ask he looks at me and smirks then lean in more. "Me." With that, he kisses hard and passionately I return the kiss griping his hair he pulls always and I catch my breath. "Let me rephrase that you belong to me." It's tuff being the only girl out of two sets of twin boys especially in a mafia family and especially when you have a crush on your brother's best friend add a baby and you have one messy dish. Especially when she is 16 and pregnant by him. This story contains ⚠️ MATURE SCENES AND LANGUAGE ⚠️

"I don't want your love, Printsessa. I want your obedience." To end a brutal blood war between two ruthless empires, Elena Romano is forced into a marriage she never chose with Dante Morozov, the Bratva's most feared heir. He is cold, calculating, and untouchable. A man who rules through violence and silence, whose stare cuts sharper than any blade. From the moment they wed, Dante makes one thing clear: Elena is not his wife-she is the price of peace. But peace was never his intention. As enemies close in and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Dante's dangerous obsession shifts from control to possession. His protection is suffocating. His devotion, lethal. And Elena-the woman who swore she'd never love a man drenched in blood begins to notice the cracks beneath his armour... especially when his hands tremble every time her life is threatened. In a world of mafia wars, forced marriage, and deadly secrets, one truth becomes unavoidable: You don't escape the man who owns your heart. Or the man who owns your life. Dark Mafia Romance | Forced Marriage | Possessive Anti-Hero | Enemies to Lovers | Bratva x Mafia If you think you can survive Dante Morozov... think again.

"Fuck me Grayson. Show me how bad you want me. Show me that I belong to you and not any other man. Show me that no other man can bring me the pleasure like you do. Fuck me against this car Grayson", I pleaded. "You're drunk", he said. "It's always an excuse, it's as if you don't want to fuck me. If you don't it's fine, I'll find someone who will. You're a bitch", I said. His hand came straight to my throat and his gun to my head. Why wasn't I afraid. Why did I want him to fuck me there with his gun to my head? "You want me to fuck you, that's it", he questioned. I nodded like crazy, I was like a desperate child. Grayson took his gun and dragged it from my head to my breast down my belly until it reached underneath my dress and touched my clothed pussy. It hit the spot where I wanted him the most. He pushed my panty aside before thrusting his gun into me. I could only hope the safety was on, this was dangerous, that I knew but I didn't care, I didn't mine. I'd want him to fuck me with a knife to my throat. Grayson did something to me and I had no idea what it was but he created a sub, he created a mini monster of himself and now he had to deal with it. "Oh fuck-I'm gonna cum", I was a moaning mess. "Oh fuck, you're such a whore. You want me so bad that you'll settle for my gun", he grinned. "I'm cumming Grayson", I was on the brick of my orgasm, I needed it badly or so help me I was gonna combust. I was sexually frustrated the entire time because no matter what. Grayson refused to fuck me. "Oh no baby, you can't expect to be a brat and cum when you like. You'll cum when I say so", he pulled his gun out of me. Keep reading to find out what happens next and what happens on this journey with Athena and Grayson.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Anastasia Volkova never expected that the man she'd met 2 years ago would be the one she'd be marrying. The most caring, tempting yet brutal man she'd ever met had come back in her life to haunt her once again. Enzo Martino's didn't expect that when he became a mafia boss, a decision 2 years ago would be revived in the form of a new wife. She holds a grudge against him but he still believes that there's a chance. Once the wounds of the past unfold, feelings start arising and tension can only last so long until it snaps but this marriage is only temporary. After that, they'll go back to their regular lives. Tropes Arranged Marriage Forced Proximity Mafia Romance Second Chance

Her figure started trembling in fear as she was feeling her legs were getting weak. She tried to loosen his grip on her wrist but it was like if he was made of pure iron. "Y-you can't touch me like this. This is w-wrong. Leave me- Ahh" But he already held her jaw in his hand squeezing it painfully. She can feel his drunken breaths on her forehead and it was giving her goosebumps. "Oh really! Let me tell you my little wifey, I won you and now, you are my property sweetheart. I can touch even fuck you whenever and wherever I want" His said darkly as his chest was vibrating in furiousness. Those words of his made her blood turned cold. "Leave me- mmmm" Before she can finish, he pulled her harshly into a lustful kiss and the warm tears fell down from her eyes while her heart started bleeding in unbearable pain. •••• Annabella Grayson, a sweet, innocent and so pure soul. She was a loving girl with a heart of a diamond. She was like blooming days but, everything turns dark when he entered her life. Ivan Miller, a cold-hearted, sinner and another name of fear. He only knows to rule. Love was just a four-letter word for him. He only surrounds Lust. He was a man without feelings and emotions until his eyes caught her and she became his obsession and his desire. ------------------------------ ~: Mature content ( 18+) ~: Grammatical errors maybe. Since English a foreign language for me. ~: Do not try to do plagiarism. Copyright © deaxlykookie ✔ (AnonyBunny) ENJOY! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #1 in Lust #1 in erotic romance #1 in evil husband #1 in hatelove #1 in hate #1 in temptation

"He looked at her like he just realized what love is." ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ "Can I..." I hesitated for a moment, but because it's the one thing I needed most, I pushed through, "will you just hold me for a minute." He didn't hesitate and tugged me against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and then I felt his breaths warming the top of my head. Slowly, I turned my cheek, and then I listened to his steady heartbeat. I shoved all my fear, my confusion, and my uncertain feelings for him aside and allowed myself to be weak. I closed my eyes, and grabbing hold of his sides, I fisted the fabric of his shirt. Before the tears come, I pulled away from him but he took one look at my face then yanked me back to him. Emotions whirled in my chest, and then a new one joined the chaos. Affection. It's as if he knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. He pressed kisses against my hair, his voice an anchor that kept me from drowning as he murmured, "It's okay, love." Another kiss, and his arms clamped tightly around me. "You have me."