{TAKEN DOWN FOR PUBLISHING} Join the discord to know more/read the last chapter for the announcement. Discord link on my bio. +18 MATURE CONTENT "Even The Wicked Needs Love." ELIO MARINO, also known as IL MALVAGIO 'The Wicked' is a man whose presence alone is enough to evoke a silence more sinister than the one from a graveyard. Nothing could shake him, or so he believed. ZAHRA FAIZAN was trouble. Growing up with men who treated bullets like sugar cubes, she has risen from the streets and created the most notorious gang of thieves in the whole of Italy, but after a job gone wrong, she finds herself and her crew held captive by The Wicked, and she would do just about anything to take advantage of it. Even if it was as foolish as performing the biggest heist her gang has ever gotten to dream of. Little did she know she was about to be thrust right into a wicked world, wicked than the one she had once known. Could she tame the wicked and bring him to his ruin? Or tame him and keep him to herself? After all, even the wicked needs love.

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," he announces. "You may kiss the bride." The priest finishes. My husband leans in close to me and I feel his lips brush against mine before they finally rest on the side of my mouth. It lasts one second. And then, he parts away. ••• Most of the romance novels end at an alter - but Lillian's story starts at one. Being married to the millionaire James Clark was not something Lillian Vince signed up for when she decided to visit her parents one afternoon, right after her college classes ended. Yet, life had been waiting to spring this surprise on her. She could have said no, but her parents' tears were all she considered before agreeing, despite her brain screaming a big no. James is anything but an ideal husband. He left the responsibility of finding a way to end the engagement before it even happened on her. But, despite every effort, she walks down the aisle. The problem? There's no agreement that says they can break their marriage off. It's a lifetime deal. Being trapped into this marriage, follow Lillian's story towards emancipation. [completed: 14.10.20] Emancipation is got published on 28th Nov'22! Unedited version is available on Wattpad! rankings: #1 youngadult [04.01.21] #1 husbandandwife [04.01.21] #1 millionaire [16.09.21] #8 fiction [21.03.21] #9 new adult [10.01.21] #1 wedding [22.02.21] #1 lovehaterelationship [05.04.21] #12 marriage [14.04.21]

**COMPLETED*** This is book 2 and can be read as a standalone but I recommend you read "Fated" first. Something caught my eye and when I looked up in the mirror I saw Rykan stepping inside, shutting the door and sliding the lock in place. My heart hammered in my chest as he approached me. He came right up behind me, setting his hands on my hips, never breaking our gaze through the mirror. "Kora," he murmured, stepping closer until my back brushed against his chest. His hand slid down to the end of my skirt and he flattened his palm against my bare leg, sliding his hand up my skirt. "I'm married," I blurted, swallowing hard and trying to ignore how much I liked the way it felt having his hands on me. "Hm," he grunted, narrowing his eyes as he continued his ascension up my outer thigh. His touch sent tingles all over my body, sending heat right between my legs. He gripped my leg and suddenly turned me, his hand now palming my ass as he pulled me against him, his teeth scraping against my neck as his other hand up to my neck. "Didn't seem to bother you when you had me down your throat last night," he said, wrapping his hand around my throat and lifting his head to give me one of those heart-stopping stares. "In fact, I believe you started that, angel." Koralie always felt that there was a part of herself missing. A part she hadn't yet discovered. Stuck in a toxic marriage, she's navigating her way out of it when she meets Rykan, a mysterious stranger she feels an undeniable draw towards although she isn't sure why. Things become even more intense when he starts showing up in her dreams, claiming he is a werewolf and they are mates. An even more unexpected turn of events comes when Kora starts looking into the supernatural world and finds it is not as foreign to her as it should be. Warning: This story contains very mature themes including brief mentions of abuse, mature language, mental health and sexual content.

***COMPLETE*** Series coming down Nov 1st He asked me to tell him why I loved the cello and I told him but I wasn't expecting his response. "The way you describe it is so beautiful. Reminds me of what it feels like when you're really making love to someone." "Uh no. It's nothing like that," I said. "Oh I think it is. Perhaps you've never really had someone make love to you. It's euphoria and relaxation all at once if it's being done right. All those touches," he brushed his fingers against my neck and I shivered. "All the arousal," he stepped closer and dropped his head next to mine, his hot breath hitting my skin. "All the kisses in all the right places," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "You can't tell me the feeling of someone filling you up and caressing your body slowly, over all the curves, all the peaks, into all the crevices while they move in and out of you, with you, making your own music with all the moans and whimpers." Emery Barner is in a long-time relationship with her highschool boyfriend, but things aren't going exactly great between them. She's struggling to support them both and trying to go to school for music, working several jobs at once. One of those job is to do what she loves: play the cello. She plays at a fancy, romantic restaurant where most people walk right by without appreciating the heart she puts into her playing, until one night when she's approached by two businessmen, one of which catches her attention more than he should. Milo Sanders, a billionaire businessman on the spectrum, is scrambling to find a replacement musician for his upcoming charity event after the one he had lined up was stolen away. Milo is stewing in anger over dinner at the loss of a popular musician, he discovers a cellist playing at the very restaurant he's in. He never intended to want anything from her except her musical talent but the more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself wanting much more from her.

Tragedy brought me to them, love made me stay. Constatine Walker & Elias Diaz They were my light and I was their solace. Apart we were dull, but together we were extraordinary. ------------ "What happened?" He finally asked. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want them to know even though I'm sure they've already speculated. I'd let them think what they wanted because I couldn't bare to say it out loud, I wanted to leave that behind me. Elias soft lips caressed my thigh as if trying to sooth the pain. My breathing hitched as his tongue slid along my skin, further up my thigh, to the top of the bruise. Once he was finished mending me, he leaned up to grab around my ribs and I winced. "Is there more?" He asked leaning me back slightly. I don't know why but I didn't stop him when he slowly slid my top up my stomach to expose yet another bruise. Maybe it's because I already knew what he was going to do and I wanted it. My head flung back as his warm wet mouth covered my skin, tasting me, arousing me into delirium. My skin burned in his wake, begging for one more kiss as he returned to my thigh. "Does his lips feel good?" Con asked in my ear. I nodded my head in response, unable to force the words out. "Do you want to know what my lips feel like?" He asked.

When Damon Carbone, the rightful heir to the Italian Mafia gets overthrown and betrayed by his own family, he is forced underground. He now lives his life in the shadows as the notorious assassin, Il Mietitore, gaining the skills necessary to take back his throne. He devises a scheme to overthrow his cousin, Don Martino Mendoza, and get the revenge he's been craving for the past five years. But in order to accomplish that, he requires the help of a mysterious Femme Fatale. A Femme Fatale with a hidden past and her own agenda in mind.