Novels by Commy vic

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.

Vincenzo doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. And he never, ever loses. When you spill Mancini blood, payment comes due—with interest. Stacy Salvatore should have been an easy target. The daughter of the man who slaughtered his mother and tried to burn his family empire to ash. His perfect revenge, gift-wrapped and delivered to his doorstep. He had it all planned out: take everything from her, break her spirit, and kill her. What he didn't plan for was her backbone of steel and eyes that burn with the same ruthless determination as his own. She's no cowering captive. She's a storm wrapped in human skin, fighting him with every breath, challenging the code he's lived by since childhood. With each clash between them, the lines blur. Enemy. Obsession. Addiction. Her defiance becomes the only thing that makes him feel alive, and the vengeance he's chased for years might just start tasting like ash in his mouth. But blood debt must be paid. In full.

She’s innocent and untouched. He’s a dominant control freak. Their worlds are totally different, but they both have one thing in common—a trauma neither wishes to revisit. She knows he’s everything her family has been running from, but he can’t get enough of her. The more she runs, the more she realizes he’s a constant in her life she can’t escape. For a man with scars running as deep as his own, Russel Mancini knows his tempting angel can either be his salvation or another heartache to ruin him—forever this time.

Her eyes flashed in his direction, a sudden alarm making the hair on her neck stand straight on end, "You can not hurt me. I'll kill you first." "I don't doubt it," he nodded. "But can I atleast have a taste?" “Look, I don't have enough blood to feed your wolf with. We could go on a hunt now if you want.” She sucked in her breath, "But expecting that you'll be feeding on my blood all the time? That is not going to happen." He sprang to his feet, standing in her way, "I didn't only mean I wanted a taste of your blood, Kris." "Don't call me that!" It felt too comfortable on his lips. "Alright, Kris," he drawled stubbornly, "I meant that I also want a taste of your lips. Because the next time I feed on your blood, and I'm going to, I won't want it to come from your wrist, I would want it to come from your neck– and possibly your lips." ** ** ** Two brothers; one an Alpha and the other a Rogue, must fight an age long prophecy which promises destruction to one and redemption to the other. But all this can only happen if one of them claims The Silver Wolf. But Earl Malory, Alpha of New Knight Pack has already laid his claims on the fiesty beautiful Lady Alpha, Laurel Kris without realizing she might be the trouble he’s been running from. But when his brother shows up to claim the Alpha’s new bride on their bonding night, all hell breaks loose. To defeat his rogue brother, Earl must either keep the Silver Wolf by his side or kill her to save his own life. But he might be willing to take chances, which opens him to new enemies.

🔥🔥WARNING!!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EROTIC CONTENTS, SEX SCENES AND RAW WORDS THAT SOME MIGHT FIND TRIGGERING🔥🔥 Hayley knew he was married, knew he was a father, but above all, she knew that this was so wrong on every level. But some desires they say were forbidden, and this one felt too good and yet so wrong at the same time. "You… you are married, Alex." She whispered with a voice she could barely recognize as her own. "I know, I live every day of my life with that painful reminder." Hayley gulped, "Then this is wrong." She managed again as his breath tickled a spot on her neck lightly. "There are no paparazzi here, you made sure of that. Nobody is gonna know." She wanted to tell him that they were in his gallery and anyone could walk in, but the moment she opened her mouth to speak, the door burst open and Ursula walked in. Hayley knew her life was over then. ******* When a young married business man's life collided with that of a simple, Art loving girl's own in the most chaotic way on a Monday morning with a child's life at stake, none of them imagined that they would go from random strangers to mentor and boss and then into a scandalous and yet forbidden relationship where reputations must be protected and hopes must not be shattered. But when forbidden desires are concerned, dark obsessions can set in and well, all consequences might as well be damned!

He watched her for a long moment, the anger in his eyes unmistakable. She imagined he was thinking of ways to punish her, but nothing prepared her for what he said next. "Strip." It was one word, but she doubted if she heard him correctly the first time, was he really going to punish her? "What… what was that?" She asked innocently. "Strip, Nancy." "I won't." "So you refuse me, I see." he said it lightly, the evil smile still playing on his lips. "That will not stop me from having you though" "You won't." She said firmly "Won't I?" She had expected to arouse his anger tonight, but nothing prepared her for the icy rage that contorted his features and the resentment and coldness in his eyes. "Has he touched you yet?" Derek asked suddenly, his eyes still hard on her and his look ever so cold. "Depends on the kind of touch you mean," She replied in a soft, tempting voice, "He has touched me in certain ways. But you are my husband and I should not be telling you that.” "No," he returned coldly. "We are just master and slave, nothing else links us.” ***** Forced to marry against their will, Nancy must not only prove to Derek Lincoln that she was never his lost betrothed, but she must also prove to the parents of his real betrothed that she is not their daughter. But when a man is this beautiful and yet so arrogant, God knows loving him could not be so difficult. Except he is strongly involved with his mistress, who would give anything to have him, even if it meant killing his present wife. But was he worth it? Nay. To him, she is just a personal whore.