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His Only

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Chapitres 49
Durée 6h 56m

LECTURES 12,463
Votes 226
Chapitres 49
Durée 6h 56m

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action-romance crimefiction enemiestolovers forcedmarriage hisgirl loveatfirstsight mafia mafiaprincess passion possessive romance slowburn steamy

Alessandro's gaze locked onto mine, his eyes burning with intensity. I felt my heart race as he stepped closer, his breath whispering against my skin. His fingers brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"You're mine now," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Every inch of you, every breath you take. You belong to me."

I felt my cheeks flush, my lips parting in surprise. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, claiming me as his own.

Then, his lips brushed against mine, soft and gentle, but with a possessive edge that left me breathless. I felt like I was being consumed by him, like I was surrendering to a desire that would never let me go.

In that moment, I was his. Completely. Irrevocably. 

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Illumined Desires , écrit par arthyawrites

"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."

The Strip Game, écrit par cinnamobun27

*You are mine and the world will know it.* She was supposed to be just a stripper, right? But then why did his heart skip a beat when she sat on his lap and pulled him down, gripping his tie? He was a mafia king. Everyone was scared of him, feared him. But this woman was different. She walked to him and sat on his lap, fearless-or maybe just foolish. When he looked into her eyes, his heart skipped a beat again. Those ocean-blue eyes looked beautiful but too hard to read. Suddenly, he wanted to drown in them. In that moment, he knew she was his uncharted territory, and he was going to make every man regret trying to touch her ever again. But it wasn't always easy, and he knew it. She was fire, and he could get burned. But he was obsessed with her, and he would make her his.

Melancholy, écrit par ruani_writes

She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

Assassin, écrit par leahweahh

She's the girl who survived hell. He's the man who was raised in it. Valentina Rossi doesn't exist. A killer with no past, no attachments, no weakness. Just the job. Until Vincenzo Cartier. Everything she shouldn't touch. Heartless. Merciless. A failed hit. A name with no face. And suddenly, nothing makes sense. The hunter becomes the hunted. He should kill her. He doesn't. He drags her into his life, a world where blood and power dictate the rules and desire... the deadliest weapon she'll ever know. In a world that devours the weak, Vincenzo controls the board... she's his queen. His pawn, his temptation, his weapon. And the price of losing? Everything.

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Bound By Obsession , écrit par nehxwrites24

His hand slid up, fingers rubbing circles over my underwear. "Aiden," I gasped, not sure if it was a warning or a plea. He stilled, his grip on my hip tightening. "Say my name like that again." I swallowed, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs. "Aiden." His lips curled against my skin. "So fucking wet." And then, without warning, he lifted me. "You wanted to tease me?" he murmured against my skin, voice thick with restraint. "Wanted to make me jealous?" My breath unsteady. "Worked, didn't it?" Aiden chuckled darkly, his hips pressing into mine just enough to make my stomach flip. "Careful, printsessa," he murmured, his fingers tightening their hold. "You might not be ready for what happens when I stop holding back." His words sent a thrill down my spine. "Maybe I wan't you to not hold back?" I say challenging him. He chuckles "I know you want me bad , but no matter how much you tease me. I won't fuck you. Not yet." I was almost disappointed when he added. "I plan to save that for our wedding night and trust me Malyshka, that day I will fuck you so bad that you will beg me to slow down. Your screams will fill my whole damn mansion. I'll make you cry in pleasure. Mark my words." He whispered against my lips and with one final kiss he let me go.

Bloodlines and Bullets, écrit par rorys_wrld

What happens when you're in the wrong place at the wrong time? She is just at the beginning of her year-long world travels when she falls into the hands of him - an Italian mafia Don driven by the thirst for answers and revenge. When there is something else thrown into the mix - obsession. But is it the healthy kind? -- "I can see it, you know," he continues, his voice as smooth and dangerous as the edge of a blade. "The fear you're trying so hard to hide. The way your hands tremble ever so slightly, the way your breath catches in your throat when I'm close like this." My hands instinctively curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I struggle to maintain control. He tilts his head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey, his proximity suffocating. "You should be scared," he says, the words laced with an unsettling certainty. "Because when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left of that defiance you're so proud of." A shiver runs down my spine. "I've faced worse than you," I manage to grit out, though my voice is barely above a whisper. "And I'm still standing." His lips curve into a sinister smile, a glint of something dark and twisted flashing in his eyes. "We'll see how long that lasts." "Let's go." "No." --

Whispers of Passion [REVISING], écrit par n0tte_n3ra

As he leaned in closer, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face and his tempting lips mere inches away from mine. Our eyes locked onto each other, unable to look away as the tension between us grew stronger. We both knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. His tone was low and intimate, "Ana, there were times I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. It wasn't just missing an old friend; it was missing you. I didn't realize how much you truly meant to me until you were no longer around. Life felt duller without you." His lips brushed against mine in a kiss that felt both familiar and the appeal of an uncertain future. The world around us disappeared, leaving only the heartbeat of a moment that whispered of what could be. His lips were a perfect combination of softness and a hint of rough passion. His muscular arm encircled my waist, pulling me into his lap. Our lips moved together as if they were made for each other. Dante's warmth, coupled with the musky undertones of his cologne, enveloped my senses. A surge of desire awakened a long-forgotten greed, a craving I hadn't felt in years. Every subtle collision of our chests sent a shiver through me. Beneath the fabric of my shirt, my nipples hardened under my shirt. Each brush of his lips ignited a cascade of tingles, electrifying sensations that traveled every inch of my body. Stifling a moan became a battle against the ripples of pleasure he effortlessly stirred within me. As we pulled away, I met Dante's eyes, his eyes held a depth of longing, a silent plea for more. I only could hope that the same didn't show within mine. The line between friendship and something more had blurred. Our eyes met in a shared acknowledgment. Emotions of embarrassment and guilt collided within me, an internal lecture echoing amidst the tense air. "Dante," I began, my voice a whisper, "You need to take me home." #1 in possessive 6/16/24

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"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."