A Bride For A Truce
A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”
I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin.
His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.
“Damn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly. “A perfect fit for my hands.”
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Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera.
But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride.
Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate.
Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge.But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire?
A pawn in the game…
A Bride for a truce…
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Chapter: Blood, sweat and tears Adrik’s Pov The air in the room was thick with dread, the weight of unspoken words very heavy. Diana sat silently by the wall, her face blotchy from crying, eyes swollen and red, the sounds of her sniffing filling the now quiet room. Sergei stood near the door like a statue, ready to move at my slightest command. Marco sat opposite me, his shoulders slumped, hands folded together like he was waiting for a verdict from God Himself. And across from me— Serafather Vincenzo paced like a caged animal, running his hands through his hair over and over. I barely looked at him at first. I couldn’t. If I did, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t rip his throat out with my bare hands. “You cannot step down,” Marco said quietly but firmly, breaking the suffocating silence. “You do, and Viktor wins without firing a single bullet. The Vory fractures. Alliances crumble. Blood floods the streets again.” I laughed even though what he said held no humor. It only pissed me off more. “Blood is alread
Last Updated: 2025-12-08
Chapter: A slow moving toxin ADRIK’S POV “Long time, no see… friend.” The voice was deep, gruff, and heavily accented. It sounded familiar, so familiar that the hairs at the back of my neck rose. “Aoki,” I spat,my grip tightening on the phone. The warehouse went still. Sergei’s head snapped up, Vincenzo turned to me while Marco straightened in his chair. “You’ve got a talent for always ending up on my bad side.” A low chuckle echoed down the line. “Awww, is this about your wedding? I was just pissed you didn't send me an invite, so I decided to send a little souvenir.” My blood pulsed. Aoki and I had been at loggerheads for years. He had been behind the explosion at my wedding, had tried to bury me but failed. I had retaliated by blowing up two of his warehouses. I thought he knew better than to come for me again but I guess I was wrong. “This won’t end well for you Aoki, I'm going to kill you,” I growled He let out a laugh. “Careful Adrik. You’ll hurt my feelings. But no, I’m not calling about
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: Stay strong my princessSERAFINA My eyes slowly fluttered open but my lids felt so heavy I could barely keep them open. A searing headache sliced through my skull so hard I almost blacked out again. I glanced around and my brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.The room was dusty, damp and dimly lit. A single window sat high on the wall, far out of reach while the metal door was bolted shut. Cold air bit at my skin and I shivered. I was tied to a metal chair and my wrists and ankles burned where coarse rope bit into them every time I shifted. Tears burned at the back of my eyes but I quickly blinked them back. No, don't cry Sera. You need to stay strong. The hinges groaned and the door opened with a low creak. A man stepped in, he was broad-shouldered, with eyes that were dark and menacing. The air seemed to cling to him with every step that he took and there was something unhinged in his grin like a wolf sniffing blood. “Well, look who’s awake,” he said, his accent thic
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
Chapter: Long time no see friendSERAFINA’S POV The helicopter smelt of fuel and sweat. The sound of the rotors was so loud they rattled my teeth, but even with the noise, I could still hear my own heartbeat pounding in my skull. I sat wedged between two masked men,a shiver running down my spine as my hands shook. I glanced down at my wrists. They were sore and bruised due to the zip ties used to restrain me. I felt sick, really sick. Diana. God, where was Diana? I should have waited until we got home. Why did I push her to come to the restroom? Why now, of all times? If anything happened to her because of me— My stomach knotted. I tried to breathe, but the air in the cabin was stale. The last thing I remembered was going to the restroom with Diana and then the sudden appearance of two men, the sharp smell of chemicals as they placed a napkin over my nose. The man beside me , the one who’d shoved a knife to my throat on the tarmac, kept a gloved hand clenched around my upper arm as he said something i
Last Updated: 2025-08-24
Chapter: From fear or rageADRIK’S POV This was the second time tonight I’d ignored my gut and it had cost me. Badly. The Mercedes shot off the side street like a missile, the tires screaming as I jerked it onto the main road and Sergei’s hand shot out to brace himself.In the back seat, Marco and Vincenzo were still shouting over each other like angry crows. My pulse hammered against my chest as I thought of all the things that could go wrong. “Eyes left!” Sergei barked, pointing. “That’s them!” “I can see, I’m not blind!” I snapped. My throat burned from holding the panic that was trying to claw up. The first mistake was letting those two men get in my car in the first place. The second was not trusting my instincts at the warehouse. Now my men were chasing left, I was chasing right — and I had no clue which held Serafina. The lead car was already vanishing down the road. A second sedan had joined the chase and tried to block us, swerving like a drunk driver was behind the wheel. Sergei let out
Last Updated: 2025-08-20
Chapter: To save my wifeADRIk’S POV My fingers clenched around the tiny, blood-smeared diamond earring. For a second, all I could do was stare at it, my vision swimming, rage pounding through my skull. Serafina… My entire world had been taken. Then it hit me like a punch to the gut. I remembered fastening these earrings on her, telling her that they were custom made.What she didn’t know was that the diamond setting hid a micro-tracker. My breath caught. If this one’s here… the other one’s still on her. “Sergei!” I roared, already running as I shoved past panicked guests, who were heading towards the exit. He spun toward me, his hand hovering near his weapon. “Adrik?” “There’s a tracker in her earring! Have you seen my phone?” Sergei dug into his jacket and yanked it out, the same phone I’d dropped when the screaming started. I snatched it from his hand, my fingers slick with Vladimir’s blood as I unlocked the encrypted app. The screen lit up, and my heart kicked hard against my ribs. A pulsi
Last Updated: 2025-08-17
Daddy’s Sinful Pleasure
Content Warning:
This book contains mature themes, explicit se.xual content, BD.SM dynamics, and a Daddy/Good Girl Kink between consenting adults. Recommended for 18+ readers who enjoy dark, erotic romance.
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“So what’s your name?” She asked
“Julian.” I said
Julian,” she repeated it like she was tasting it. “You sound like a man who ruins lives.”
“I’ve been known to,” I smirk.
She tilted her head,as she bit her lip. “Are you gonna ruin mine?”
My cock hardened in response.
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After catching her boyfriend of six years cheating—with her best friend.
Zoe let’s loose and indulges in one drunken night at a club. After which she stumbles into the backseat of a sleek black car she thought was her ride share.
But it’s not. It belongs to Julian.
A brutally hot,commanding and much older man. With a reputation for being cold and dominant.She thinks it’s just one reckless night.
But everything spirals out of control when he reappears in her world again but this time not just for one night.
Julian remembers her. Every sinful sound she made. Every bruise he left. And now,he wants more.
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Chapter: Feeling of being watched 🔞 ZOE’S POV You know that feeling of being watched? The one that makes your skin prickle and your pulse race at the same time? The one that tells you you’re taking a risk… and dares you to take it anyway. That was exactly how i felt as Julian’s words floated into my ears. “Eyes on me, baby. Don't fret about them down there. Let them watch if they want.” His voice was a command, deep and intoxicating, and it made my pussy throb with need. The dominance in his tone, the way he took control—it was exactly what I craved, that thrill of being exposed, of being his to command in front of the whole damn city. He bit my earlobe and continued whispering. “They won’t see your face.But honey,with the way i intend to fuck you,anyone watching would sure wish it was them.” My eyelids fluttered close as the images came alive in my head. I couldn’t help the moan that slipped past my lips. I turned back to him, nodding, my breath coming in short pants. He didn't waste time shoving m
Last Updated: 2026-03-03
Chapter: Is it life threatening? ZOE’S POV The elevator hummed softly as it began its slow ascent. The walls were mirrored on three sides, polished to a shine that reflected us from every angle. The ride was charged with unspoken words. I stood next to him with my overnight bag at my feet, trying very hard not to stare. Being with him in the elevator reminded me of the first night we had met. That reckless shameless version of me who had leaned casually against mirrored walls and flirted with him as we went up to the hotel room. Back then, I hadn’t known who he was. Or what he was capable of. Back then, I’d been playing with fire without realizing the flames were real. Now? Now I knew exactly what he could do to me with just a touch. Julian’s phone vibrated softly in his hand. “Wolfe,” he answered, his voice shifting into something smooth and commanding. “Yes, Senator.” He paced once across the narrow space, his reflection multiplying in the mirrors. He looked calm,contro
Last Updated: 2026-03-02
Chapter: Are you Zoe’s friend? ZOE’S POV I wriggled out of Julian’s arms and jumped to the floor, my heart still pounding as I scrambled into my shorts. I then heard the familiar voice of Old Mrs O’neil floating through the door, followed by another faint knock. “Zoe? Zoe dear, are you in there?” I glanced at Julian, startled by how fast he’d already pulled himself together. He was in his briefs and pants, calmly buttoning his shirt like we hadn’t just been wrapped around each other seconds ago. “Are you expecting someone?” he asked as his eyes met mine. I could see the look of displeasure on his face and hear the irritation in his voice. “That's my neighbor,” I said, fumbling with the button on my shorts. My fingers were still trembling. “I’m sorry. Let me see what she wants.” Mrs. O’Neil stood there clutching her cardigan—and beside her was Patrick. My stomach dropped. “Oh, my dear girl,” she rushed out, grabbing my arm. “Are you alright? I came over to speak with you and then this scary man
Last Updated: 2026-03-01
Chapter: I want to feel you everywhere 🔞 JULIAN’S POV Without hesitation, she stood on her tiptoes and reached for me. When her lips met mine, it was like a light switch flipped, and everything in the room became hot…. She didn’t stop for breath, her hands kept fisting the front of my shirt and yanking me closer, like she’d been holding back the same hunger I’d been choking down for days. I groaned into her mouth, inhaling the faint smell of lavender perfume she had all over her. My hands found her waist, and my thumbs began digging into the soft dip above her hips, pulling her tight against me so she could feel exactly what she was doing to me. “Julian,” she whispered, her voice wrecked already, “don’t stop.” “Wasn’t planning to,” I muttered. I walked her backward until her spine hit the wall beside the staircase, the plaster making her arch into me. I slid one hand up under her shirt, my palm was flat against the warmth of her stomach, feeling the quick rise and fall of her ribs. She shivered when my fingers
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: I’m all yours princess JULIAN’S POV The moment I exited the jet, I strode to my waiting car as Patrick held the back door open. “Welcome back to New York Sir.” he greeted. “Thank you Patrick,” I responded as I slipped into the car, took off my jacket, and settled into the seat. “Where to Sir?” he asked, his eyes locking with mine through the rearview mirror. “Upper West Side. Miss Monroe's house.” He nodded as he put the car in drive. My trip to Scotland had been a success, having closed more deals and put more plans in motion than I had set out to do. The only downside was that phone call that had left me antsy. I hadn't heard that voice or seen that face in years and the moment I heard it,my jaw had locked. Years of buried violence shifted under my skin, restless. Men like him didn’t resurface for small reasons. I needed to see Zoe. I told myself I was just checking on her, making sure she was okay. But it was more than that. She was mine, and I didn’t like not knowing what state
Last Updated: 2026-02-03
Chapter: Passive-aggressive towards her JULIAN’S POV I couldn’t remember the last time I’d apologized to anyone. It was a humbling realization that settled on me as I drove away from Zoe’s house, the city sliding past my windshield in streaks of gray and gold. It wasn’t that I thought I was always right. It was that I’d learned early on that apologies didn’t fix anything. They didn’t undo the damage. They didn’t rewrite outcomes. In my world, you corrected your mistakes with action, not words. And yet, I had stood in front of her, watched her fists clench at her sides, seen the disappointment shining behind her eyes— And I had said I’m sorry. Not strategically or as a means to sweep the issue aside as soon as I could. I’d meant it. That was what unsettled me. These last couple of weeks with Zoe have shown me a different side of myself. A side I never let out. I exhaled slowly, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. Most women learnt to move around my silences. They adapt themselves to my moods, t
Last Updated: 2026-01-29
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