Blood & Betrayal
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Ostatnia publikacja pt., lis 8, 2024
His voice was like velvet, but there was an edge to it-a promise that both thrilled and terrified me. "You think you can walk away from me, Serafina?" Dante's hand brushed my arm, just a touch, but it was enough to send a jolt of heat rushing through me.
I stiffened, my pulse quickening. "I don't need your help, Volkov," I shot back, my voice colder than I felt.
He leaned in, his lips brushing the edge of my ear, and I fought not to shudder. "You don't need me," he whispered, his breath sending a wave of heat through me, "but you want me. You've wanted me the moment you saw me."
I turned away sharply, my mind spinning, but his words stayed with me, burning like a brand. It wasn't just his touch. It was the way he made me feel-exposed, vulnerable, and raw. In a world like ours, that was dangerous.
And yet, when I met his gaze again, I saw the same hunger in his eyes. I had no idea what game we were playing-but I knew it was one I couldn't walk away from.
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Old Amare
My heart sounded like a hammer within my body. I was weak and defenseless as he held both of my hands above my head. Fuck. Two dark blue irises were staring back at me. His grip tightened on my waist , causing electric shocks to go straight to my core. "Let me go", I pleaded . " Not until I get what I want , beautiful " , he spoke . "What do you want then ,Dante?" , I whispered . "You", he replied. ________________________________________________ Mila Black , a hardworking , dedicated 21 year old is sick of being single. With the help of her friends , she ends up at the new nightclub Amare , on a blind date. Things take a turn for the worst when Mila walks into a conversation , that she shouldn't. Dante Capello , the womanizing , mafia boss, has risen to Capo status. He gives an order for his former boss to be brought to him , dead or alive. What happens when their worlds collide and Mila is forced into an arrangement in exchange for her life?Zakończone
Dante
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Sanctified in Sin
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𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 (𝟏𝟖+)
"They say you're innocent, pure, a virgin-but I know you touch yourself every single day, thinking of me." Her back arched instinctively against me. Breath caught. "L-Lucian, I..." she whispered, trembling, hands clutching at me as if to push me away. I smirked darkly. "Cat got your tongue, gattina? Tell me... do you dream of me every night?" "I... I don't..." she stammered, heat crawling up her neck, her body betraying her despite the words. My smirk deepened. "So... if I slip a finger under your dress, you're telling me it's not soaked underneath?" Her gasp, sharp and unguarded, made my chest tighten. Knees threatening to buckle, every shiver, every ache-utterly exposed. I leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "You're mine, gattina. Don't you forget it." ⸻ Isabella Rose Ledesma, 22, should have had a simple life: nursing school, exams, late-night study sessions with her best friend. She wasn't supposed to be noticed. Not by him. Lucian Dominic Vitale, 25, is whispered about with fear across continents. Cold-blooded, calculated, untouchable. A man who built his empire on violence, who bends the world with nothing but a word-and now, he's set his sights on her. One night, in the quiet shadows of a hospital hallway, he saw her-not just her face, not just her body, but the fire inside her. She didn't know it then, but that night, she became his-his weakness, his obsession, his possession. Even when he disappears without a trace, leaving only the memory of ice-blue eyes and ruthless control, Isabella realizes men like Lucian don't vanish. They haunt. They follow. They claim. Across cities, across oceans, he watches every move she makes-every stolen smile, every soft gasp, every secret thought. Lucian doesn't just want her heart. He wants her mind. Her body. Her soul. And when he comes back, Isabella will learn the truth: You don't run from the devil once he calls you his kitten. You kneel.
Dangerous Devotion
(PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS MY SOFT BOY) Valentina Anastasia Adamovich is no ordinary woman. The daughter of a feared Russian mafia kingpin, she inherited a legacy soaked in blood. Now, as the first female to ever command an army of ruthless, unpredictable men and women, she is a force to be reckoned with. Trained from birth to be a killing machine, she has the blood of a thousand lives on her hands. But the question remains: Can she carry out her next mission-or will her deadly instincts fail her? Dante Azzaro, the indomitable leader of the Italian mafia, is a man whose name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it. Cold, calculating, and with one of the most powerful syndicates in the world at his disposal, Dante is a ruthless killer. When a striking woman-Valentina herself-suddenly crosses his path, even he is taken aback. But what happens when a deadly collision between them is inevitable? Not even he knows. When the Italian mafia finds itself compromised by a series of stolen shipments, Dante faces an impossible choice: ally with the Russians, or risk everything for revenge. Will he bend, or will he break? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She aims her gun at me in an instant, and the men in the room draw their weapons, all pointing at her. She grabs the file, and turns her back on me, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she heads toward the door. I watch her walk away, her hips swaying like she's too damn comfortable in a place she shouldn't even be. I want to feel anger and irritation, but what I feel instead is something more dangerous something that I'm not ready to name. I've dealt with stubborn people before, but Valentina, she's a different breed. "Valentina," I call, keeping my voice controlled, like I'm not about to lose my mind over the mess I'm in. She doesn't stop. I didn't expect her to. She's too damn proud. MATURE CONTENT 18+
In the shadowed streets of Naples, Dante Moretti reigns as the ruthless leader of Italy's most feared mafia. Men bow to him. Enemies fear him. Women dream of him. But the only woman he wants is the one who refuses to kneel. Fia is fire wrapped in silk-too stubborn to be tamed, too tempting to ignore. From the moment Dante locks eyes on her, she becomes his obsession... a prize he'll claim with a patience that wears thinner by the hour. Fia feels the pull she swore she'd resist-the dark magnetism in his voice, the dangerous promises in his touch. She craves him as much as she loves to provoke him, testing how far the mafia king will go to have her. Their attraction is a slow-burn inferno-possessive stares, stolen touches, and a tension that scorches the air between them. And when Dante finally decides to stop playing games, Fia will find out what it means to be hunted... and claimed.
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