Claimed By The Mafia Don
Life can be cruel.
One moment you’re on the verge of reaching the peak of your career, your sweetheart of five years finally down on one knee, promising forever. The next, your world burns to ashes—literally.
Now, I’m not just a prisoner; I’m the plaything of the most feared man in the country.
I told myself I hated him, that I’d never break.
But what kind of woman starts to crave the way he owns her body, the way his touch sets her on fire?
How do you survive when the man who owns you is as ruthless as he is captivating? How do you escape a man who makes you question everything, even your sanity?
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When her father’s PTSD causes a catastrophic accident, Lucia Castellano finds herself at the mercy of Dante Romano, a man whose name strikes fear into the heart of Chicago’s criminal underworld. Taken as a slave to pay for her father’s alleged crime, Lucia is thrown into a world of power, control and dangerous seduction.
Dante’s control is absolute, his touch both punishing and addictive. What starts as a fight for survival turns into a dangerous game of submission and trust. But as the lines blur between captor and captive, Lucia begins to unravel a dark truth: Dante is haunted by a past that binds them more deeply than she ever expected.
Together, they must uncover a web of lies to uncover the truth behind the fire that changed both their lives forever.
Author’s Note: This book contains explicit content, strong language, violence, and other adult themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
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Chapter: Bonus Chapter 3Dante’s POVI’d survived bullets, blood, betrayal.But nothing prepared me for the moment Lucia went into labor.It started with a sharp gasp in the middle of the night. Her fingers clutched my wrist, nails digging in like claws, and her breath came in ragged, uneven waves. I was up in a second… shirtless, gun on the nightstand forgotten, pulse pounding like I was walking into a firefight.“It’s time,” she whispered, and I swear the ground shifted beneath me.Time.I’d planned wars with less urgency than I moved that night. One call to the doctor. Another to secure the hospital route. I was calm. Efficient. A fucking machine.Until she screamed in the car.That’s when I lost it.By the time we got to the delivery room, my shirt was inside out, I’d put my suit jacket on backward, and my hands…those hands that never trembled even with a trigger under them, were shaking.She was a hurricane on that bed. Sweat running down her face. Hair plastered to her neck. Her legs trembling, fists cl
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: Bonus Chapter 2Lucia’s POVIf someone told me the most painful moment of my life would also be the most beautiful, I would’ve laughed in their face.Now?Now I was gripping the edge of Dante’s wrist so tightly he might never regain circulation….and I still didn’t care.“Don’t just stand there like a statue!” I screamed, sweat sliding down my temple. “Do something!”He blinked down at me, clearly fighting for composure, though the vein in his neck was twitching and his shirt was inside out, his hair looked like he’d run through a storm. “I am doing something,” he said too calmly. “I’m here. I’m being supportive.”“Supportive?” I seethed. “You’re pacing like a caged lion and offering me water, Dante. I don’t need water. I need this child out of me!”His mouth opened like he had something clever to say, but the nurse glanced up from the monitor, cutting him off.“She’s at nine centimeters. Almost time.”Dante paled. Visibly.I almost laughed if it weren’t for the fact that another contraction slammed i
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: Bonus Chapter 1Dante’s POVHospitals made me uneasy.Not for the usual reasons. It wasn’t the sterile air or the too-clean walls or the faint scent of bleach that lingered like regret. No. It was the waiting.The fucking waiting.I’d stood in burning warehouses, blood soaking through my shirt, with my Glock still hot from a kill, and I was calmer than I was right now. But nothing in that building was trying to kill me.Except my own thoughts.Lucia sat beside me in the private OB consultation room I had reserved—one of those quiet, high security clinics where no one saw you unless I said so.It wasn’t cheap. But nothing about that pregnancy had been. She was quiet, too. Hands folded over her stomach. It was still small. Barely a bump. But I saw it. I saw him or her… hell, I didn’t even know which was growing in her yet.Inside my woman.My throat felt tight.“How much longer?” I asked, not to anyone in particular.Lucia gave me a side-glance. “They’re only five minutes late.”Yeah. Five minutes felt
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: Epilogue~*Three Years Later*~Lucia’s POVThe smell of antiseptic was the first thing that hit me. Faint, but always there. It clung to the whitewashed walls and vinyl chairs, mixed with the scent of overwatered plants and the too-sweet coffee from the vending machine in the hallway…like the place was trying too hard to feel comforting. Like it forgot that most of us walking through these doors weren’t looking for comfort. We were looking for pieces of someone we used to know.I hated it.But I came anyway.Every month. Without fail.“Mommy, is Grandpa going to remember me today?” Enea asked, small hand gripping mine tightly.I looked down at him—his dark curls unruly, his lashes long like his father’s. He was the perfect mix of us, and somehow, all his own.“I don’t know, baby,” I said gently. “But we’re going to try.”He nodded, brave even at three. Brave like Dante.When we entered the sunlit visiting room, I spotted my father immediately. He was sitting by the window, his face tilted towa
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: Chapter 93 - I Want It All With Her Dante’s POV~*Six Months Later*~She never stopped writing.Even when everything was burning, even when her hands were bloodstained from rebuilding it—Lucia still wrote with that wild, brilliant look in her eyes. The one that said the world inside her mind was louder than anything outside it.I didn’t understand it then.Now I did.Lucia didn’t just survive, she transmuted our ruin into something sacred. Turned chaos into meaning. Turned me into a man worth being written about.And today… she was the name on everyone’s lips.Number one on the damn bestseller list. That’s what her assistant had said when she called to tell her the news. Lucia had blinked like she didn’t believe it… then cried like she did.I should’ve been the one to take her to that TED Talk. I wanted to be. But I had something to arrange.She left that morning in a cream dress that clung to her in all the right places, soft and flowing like something out of a Parisian daydream. Her hair was down. No jewelry. Just tha
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: Chapter 92 - Even Peace Has TeethLucia’s POVI stayed by the window, letting the silence wrap around me. The warehouse fire still haunted me, but the truth had finally come to light. The journalist was in custody now. He’d cracked under pressure and spilled everything—names, dates, motives. And just like that, the pieces slid into place with terrifying clarity.Gabriel and Vincenzo hadn’t just been trying to tear down Dante’s empire, they wanted to gut him from the inside out. Make him watch his power, control, and legacy go up in flames. And they used my father to do it.He didn’t get that warehouse job by chance. It wasn’t luck, or timing, or fate. They put him there.And the fire? It was never an accident. It was a message. My father was the spark they used to start the blaze.I thought about all the nights I’d lain awake, trying to make sense of it. But now, I had answers. The shadows had names. And for once, it wasn’t Dante who put us in danger.There were days I didn’t think I could look at him without remembe
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)
Get ready to dive headfirst into temptation so forbidden it sets your skin on fire. Meet men who take what they want with raw, possessive hunger and women who crave every bit of it, unafraid to scream their desire.
In this collection, every stolen touch, every secret glance, every whispered command pulls you deeper into a world where rules are shattered and pleasure rules. Expect domination, surrender, and the kind of heat that leaves you breathless and begging for more.
If you crave erotic tension that lingers long after the last page, characters who are as flawed as they are irresistible, and forbidden encounters that push every limit—this collection will take you deeper into desire than you ever imagined.
Get ready to lose yourself. Because once you enter, there’s no going back.
You’ve been good long enough… it’s time to be filthy.
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Warning:
This collection contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and mature themes that may not be suitable for all readers. Some stories explore consensual BDSM, power play, taboo scenarios, and emotionally intense relationships. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters are fictional, consenting adults aged 18 and above.
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Chapter: Fucking A Gen Z Baddie (5)He peels his crop top off first, slowly like he knows every inch revealed is another line I’ll have to cross.The light from the window catches on the lines of his collarbone.My throat tightens. God. I’m really going through with this.My heartbeat drums in my ear, loud enough to drown out the air conditioner. Anticipation, desire, or guilt…I can’t even tell them apart.He steps closer, slipping out of his bikini. The straps fall loose at his sides. It’s absurd and disarming all at once… that bright scrap of fabric clinging to a body that shouldn’t look this good in it.His gaze never leaves mine. It isn’t teasing; it’s something else, like he’s measuring whether I’ll run or stay.And I stay.I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry at the sight of him naked. Bryan’s face keeps flashing through my mind—his fury, his begging—but those images fade under the weight of what’s standing right in front of me now.“You can still stop this,” he says quietly as if reading my thought. Though the c
Last Updated: 2025-10-14
Chapter: The Perfect Revenge ~ FAGZB (4)~ Linda ~ I slip the phone from my bag and see the home number blinking. Bryan. He’s awake now searching for his phone, panicking. And I can’t help the rush that flares inside me. My thumb hovers over the answer icon. Part of me wants to ignore it but the louder part wants him to hear what’s happening. “Hello?” My voice is steadier than I feel. “What the fuck, Linda? Why do you have my—” His voice cuts off. Something dark, bitter, and delicious rises in me; rage, betrayal, the need to make him squirm the way I am. “Oh, Bryan,” I murmur, dragging the word out like it’s something sweet. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He freezes on the other end and I can hear the shallow panic in his breathing. Perfect. “I know about your little games, Bryan.” I hiss, stretching his name just to make it hurt. “Guess what,” I choke out, breath catching on the words. “I’m… with her. Him. Whatever the hell you call your—” I laugh, sharp and shaky. “Your perfect little mistress. An
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Chapter: Wifey Lessons From A Crossdresser ~ FAGZB (3)~ Jayden ~ I can still taste her shock on my tongue. I almost can’t believe Bryan’s wife is underneath me right now. I had suspected he wasn’t the one texting me but honestly? I wanted to meet her too. She’s trembling, torn between fury and something darker. They all are at first… horny wives who meet up pretending they want answers, not touch. But the moment I lean in close enough for them to smell the gloss, the perfume, the sweat… the moment they see what their husbands have been craving, they go quiet. Bryan’s told me stories about her sighing through sex, how she turns her head away like it’s a chore or he isn’t touching her right. I don’t hate her for it, I get it. Marriage eats the hunger out of people and I make it my job to feed it back to them. Both partners. That’s what I tell myself as I unzip my skirt and watch her eyes drop… that I’m saving marriages one filthy day at a time. Still, I can’t help but think: what if I’m not saving anything? What if I’m just hu
Last Updated: 2025-10-07
Chapter: Not The Baddie I Expected ~ FAGZB (2)My husband is… into men? He’s been fucking a cross-dresser? He left me for a guy barely out of college?That smirk deepens, like she—he—can read every pulse in my body. The switch confuses me. Is this a woman with a cock or a man painted as a woman?My body doesn’t care. That’s the worst part.“Surprised?” Her voice is soft but wicked, carrying the kind of confidence I haven’t felt in months. “I should’ve known Bryan wasn’t the one who texted me. I believe we don’t need an introduction then.”I swallow hard, fists clenching at my sides. “So you’re the one fucking my husband.”Her smirk deepens. “Mmm. And trust me, he can’t get enough. He loves burying himself in me. And sometimes… he even loves it when I turn him over and take him.”I can’t believe my ears. I actually pinch myself, desperate to wake up, but the pain only makes it worse. I’m not dreaming. This is real. And the rage that hits me nearly chokes me.“You think this is funny?” My voice cracks. “Sleeping with married men—rui
Last Updated: 2025-10-03
Chapter: Fucking A Gen Z Baddie (1)~ Linda ~I just found out my husband is fucking a Gen Z baddie and I don’t know what to do about it.I’m in bed beside him, scrolling through his phone with tears running down my face. He sleeps like nothing in the world is wrong while my whole body shakes with the betrayal pressed against my palm.“Your wife could never.” “Can’t stop thinking about your dick in my hole.” “When will she be gone?”One dirty message after another, her tongue-out selfies and videos glowing back at me. He didn’t even bother to hide it.God, I want to wake him up. Shove the phone in his face and ask why he needs anyone else when he has me. But the tears pouring down my cheeks taste of something hotter than grief and I know doing all that won't solve anything.My nails dig into the phone until my palms sting, the screen slippery with sweat as I keep scrolling.Her moan fills the tiny video, making my stomach flip… my breath hitches and my thighs press together before I can stop them. What the hell is happe
Last Updated: 2025-10-01
Chapter: Craving Big Black Cocks Before My Wedding (7)Praise hits me first. “Good girl,” one of them breathes against my ear, voice thick with lust. “Took our cum like a slut born for it.” “She swallowed it all,” the other coos, rubbing my cheek like I’m his pet. "Perfect little cumdump.” They both step aside, satisfied smirks curling their lips as they watch the others close in. The one who had been filling my pussy sprawls onto the couch, spreading his legs wide, his cock hard and pointing at the ceiling. He pats his thigh. “Come here, pretty doll. Sit that ruined ass on my cock.” My legs shake as I climb up, knees pressing into the couch. Before I can lower myself, his hand grips my chin, forcing me to look down at him. “Oil it first.” The order makes my stomach knot. I reach for the bottle, pouring it over my palm. My hand glides down, wrapping around his thick shaft and coating him until he’s shining. I move lower, cupping his balls and massaging them gently, watching his face tense with pleasure. “That’s it… stroke me. Make
Last Updated: 2025-09-28
Ex Wife’s Revenge
"You taste like my new favorite addiction"
He grunted as I broke from the kiss.
He then strokes my folds with gentle hands and I get on my tiptoes, chasing the spark of pleasure that spreads between my legs and tightens my belly. He thrusted his fingers in me and I let out a hard wince
“You’re soaking wet for me. Your cunt is thrilled for my fingers. Don't fight it, you want me. Don't you?"
He whispers as he licks my earlobe and I let out a soft moan.
"Don't"
I mumbled. I wanted to push him away. This isn't the reason I came back. I hate him or so I thought but still, I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine.
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Three years after she walked out of her marriage, Ophelia returned to New York with a sole purpose in mind, to get revenge on her ex husband.
She planned to destroy him and make him suffer for all the pain he caused her. But when she uncovered the truth, and found out exactly what happened, she was even more devastated. She also realized that she still had feelings for him.
Will she let go of her past grudge and give their relationship another shot? Or will she stay firm to her plan and get revenge on him for good?
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Chapter: Chapter 7ROBERT'S POVI sat at my desk, polishing the pistol that once belonged to my father. The metal gleamed under the soft light of the lamp.I didn’t have much to my name, at least not officially, but power was something I’d always been able to grasp.It was like an art form—knowing how to pull the strings, manipulate the right people. And I’d done it well, especially with Ryan.I clenched my jaw and pushed the pistol aside, reaching for the old photograph of Jane on my desk.Her face was soft, kind-too kind for this world. I used to think she was my anchor, the one thing that kept me grounded. But that was before everything fell apart. Before Ophelia.I remember the day Jane died like it was yesterday. The doctors told me there was a choice-save the mother or save the child.I knew what my answer was. Jane should have lived. She was everything to me, and that child, that wretched girl, was nothing more than a burden from the start. But Jane, sweet, selfless Jane, made the decision for us
Last Updated: 2024-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 6VIVIAN'S POVI stormed out of the conference room, my heels stabbing into the marble floor with every furious step as I made my way to the sanctuary of my office. The door slammed behind me, the glass walls trembling with the force, but it wasn’t enough. My chest heaved with anger, breath coming in ragged bursts as if each exhale was filled with venom.“Why the fuck is she back?!” I screamed into the empty room, my voice cracking, raw from disbelief.My hands shook as I reached for the smooth metal tag on my desk that read *Managing Director*. My fingers wrapped around it so tightly that my knuckles turned white. For a moment, I stared at it—my own reflection glaring back at me, twisted with rage. Then, with a guttural cry, I hurled it across the room. It crashed into the wall with a satisfying thud, shattering into pieces, much like my composure."She’s back." I whispered the words softly, not wanting to believe them, but they felt heavy like something bad was about to happen.My min
Last Updated: 2024-09-07
Chapter: Chapter 5Ryan's POVI’m about to lose my mind. She is driving me the fuck crazy.She has changed. She is different. She is no longer the lady I knew.First, she appeared wearing a dress that hugged her curves in every right place after disappearing for three years, and now she’s become a shareholder. Not just a shareholder, but a major one.Which means I would be seeing more of her often.“Well, since the deal is finalized, I’d like to excuse myself. I’ll be back in some minutes.”She stood up, flashing a smile. That smile again.That smile that’s been making me weak in the knees ever since she arrived. Her assistant stood to follow her, but she declined and left the room alone.I needed to talk to her, and if I could, now is the right time.I stood up and slipped out of the office.Where did she go?I walked through the corridor, scanning my eyes around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her but to no avail.I was about to give up when the fresh scent of wildflowers filled my lungs. I turned to me
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 4Ophelia's POVI love summer—warm and vibrant, bringing life to everything. I love the cool breeze that follows rain, refreshing and calming. But what I love the most is the expression on their faces—the shock, the disbelief, and the despair."THE CEO OF WESTBROOK LIMITED"Fuck, the introduction sounds even better than I had expected. I waited three years—three fucking years—to see this look on their faces.It’s been three years since I left New York. One year of wallowing in self-pity and agony, and two years of meticulously planning my revenge.And it was all worth it.Ryan!He hasn’t changed a bit. He still has those captivating green eyes. His eyes darkened as he stared at me. Their eyes both did.I shifted my gaze to Vivian, who looked petrified like she had just seen a ghost.We all stood. I had a subtle smile on my face. I was enjoying every bit of this moment.“I am Anna. You’re welcome, ma’am. You can have your seat.”A young lady, who I guessed to be Ryan’s assistant, ushered
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 3Ryan's POVTHREE YEARS LATER“Sir.”I flickered my gaze to my assistant, Anna. She had her hands folded behind her while she stared at me.“I’m almost done.”I instructed, not missing the smile that appeared on her face. Keeping her past her usual hours was a common occurrence lately, and I totally understood she was tired.The past few weeks have been super hectic for me and, even more so, for the company. The huge deal I’ve been chasing for months finally fell through, and today, I’d be meeting the anonymous CEO of Westbrook Limited.Westbrook Limited has been a perfect collaborator and partner for GrayCorp, the company I was currently heading.My father finally gave up his position for me and stepped down so I could take control. I thought I was going to get my life together then, but it’s never been more miserable. Probably because I still spend time wondering about those two brown eyes filled with regret and disappointment that left my life three years back without any traces—or
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 2“We did everything we could, Mrs. Gray, but we couldn’t save the baby. I’m so sorry. This is the third miscarriage. Due to the extensive scarring, I’m afraid you won’t be able to carry a pregnancy to term again. You need to take care of yourself. Wait, ma’am, where are you going? You aren’t fine yet. Mrs. Gray!” The doctor’s words kept flooding my mind. That was the moment my whole world came crashing down. That was when I finally allowed myself to drown in the sea of despair. It’s been two weeks since I woke up in a hospital bed, and the doctor’s words lingered. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes. I lost my baby again—the fourth time. I lost four chances at motherhood, and I’m never getting it back. My grip tightened on the invitation letter in my hands. It wasn’t just any invitation—it was for my sister’s wedding. She was marrying none other than my husband. Ex-husband. I had sent him the divorce papers, and he had signed them without hesitation. I stopped being Ophelia Gray
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
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