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Veronica Remington was given to her first husband by her cruel father who only saw her as a means to use for alliances, after years of tolerating the abuse and torture from her husband while she plotted her freedom. The opportunity came and she poisoned him. She played the part of a sad young widow and pretended to be devastated despite being the mastermind, however, she wasn't informed that in the mafia world, the wife of a member of the outfit is passed down to another. Her efforts to be free were all for nothing and she found herself bonded to the most vicious of them all, even worse he knows her secret and he's completely obsessed with claiming her for sinister reasons. Would she give up after having a taste of freedom only to be shoved back to the start? Will she fight with all she has and escape? Or will she give in to the temptation?

18+ “Please.. I will pay the rest of the money I owed, don’t do—“  He didn’t let me finish, and so abruptly his finger clipped on my hardened-red-abused nipples, so hard that I yelped out as pain reverberated through my being.  And he didn’t flinch. “You dare?” he said flatly. “The likes of you don’t owe me money.” His grip remained merciless, “Your life is mine now. Nothing of worth. Just my property.” I nodded frantically, tears spilling, my body shaking — but he didn’t stop. …. Ruyi signed her husband’s ten million dollars mafia debt to herself without reading the fine print. Ruyi Wynter thought love meant sacrifice. Orphaned young, married at eighteen to the boy who once protected her, she worked herself raw to pay a debt that was never truly hers… until he betrayed her and shattered everything she believed in. He cheated with his co workers, constantly abused her emotionally. Yet she stayed. because leaving meant a miserable lifetime of debt. Until she was captured by Lucien Blackwood, the billionaire mafia lord feared across the world, Ruyi becomes collateral in a war fueled by blood, grief, and obsession.  Lucien doesn’t want her money. He wants repayment far more intense than cash. Cold. Cruel and Unforgiving. Lucien sees her love and devotion to her useless husband as an insult to him, after her very husband played a part in the death of his beloved fiancée.  Ruyi must survive this man who despises her—until loathing blurs into something far more sinful…. her soft moans.  Disclaimer: This book contains dark erotic themes, consensual non-consensual dynamics, emotional manipulation, and explicit adult situations. mature readers only (18+).

To escape harassment and bullying at an elite university owned and dominated by mafia, Ren Ralph makes a desperate deal with the city’s most feared mafia boss, Ciro Don. In exchange for protection, Ren agrees to become Ciro’s fake lover, used as a toy. At first, it’s all business, but what starts as a fake relationship soon turns into dangerous obsession, Ciro wants more control, he wants to possess Ren, he becomes jealous of people around Ren. When Ren learns he wasn’t randomly selected, but specifically chosen to be in this situation, he tries to run but Ciro snaps. “I want him here, Now.” As the war between rival mafia families escalates, Ren is kidnapped and tormented. Ciro stops at nothing to get him back, and when he does, he possesses Ren. “I don’t want you as my toy, I want you as a wife.”

Warning❗️❗️Rated 18+ This story contains mature themes and extreme sexual content. Reader’s discretion is advised. ****** “Go down on your knees and suck my cock like a good little whore.” Aurora gasped as he grabbed her hair, making her face down on his cock. She sucked slowly, starting with the tip of his cock. “Fuck…” he growled, arching his back and closing his eyes, clearly enjoying the feeling. His fingers reached for her nipples and he squeezed softly, earning a moan from her. He continued to move his dick deeper into her throat, making her suck continuously, and she gagged and choked on it. “Enough foreplay. Let’s fuck,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear as she trembled beneath him. “Let’s see how wet that pussy of yours is. I’m going to make you sweat.” ****** Aurora Sinclair, a timid twenty-two-year-old barista has spent her entire life being invisible. Invisible to the world. And most painfully, invisible to the younger brother who was supposed to be her only family. So when Kevin, reckless and cruel, gambles away twenty billion dollars to the wrong people and decides the only currency he has left is his sister, Aurora’s quiet little life doesn’t just shatter—it burns totally. Marcel Dante is not a man who makes mistakes. The ruthless Mafia King built his empire on fear, loyalty, and blood. Women throw themselves at his feet, men beg at his door, and no one dares to challenge him. So when a broken, trembling girl is placed before him like a bargaining chip, Marcel has every reason to reject her. But something stirs. Something dangerous. And against every instinct, he takes her. What begins as a cruel transaction spirals into something neither of them can control. What happens when desire turns dangerous?

Chase Olympus: Her name was Lucy Roshid. Or Salt, as she was popularly known as, at Davenport. The brothel she worked at. She was never meant to matter. Just another transaction. Another body. Until my father touched her and something in me snapped. The Olia cult marked her for death. So I took her instead. Claimed her. Hid her. Now she’s mine. My kitten. I expected obedience. She demanded her freedom. What I got is obsession. She’s a risk I shouldn’t take. A line I shouldn’t cross. But walking away from her means losing more than control. It means losing the only thing that’s ever felt like mine. In my world, that choice starts a war. And I’ve already made mine. I keep Lucy. Or I die trying.

Sienna's life is a shadow of what it once was, trapped in a violent marriage that slowly consumes her. Her days are filled with fear and heartbreak, and she’s lost all hope of escape—until Zane reappears. After four years of silence, her best friend, the one person she thought she could trust, returns. But Sienna is far from welcoming. The pain of his abandonment lingers, and forgiveness seems impossible. Zane, however, isn’t going anywhere this time. His return stirs something in Sienna, something she can’t ignore. The more she pushes him away, the more she finds herself craving his presence. Their deep-rooted friendship, built on years of shared history, begins to shift in unexpected ways. But Zane isn’t the same man who left all those years ago. He has secrets—secrets that could unravel everything. As Sienna struggles with finding herself and her growing feelings for the man who once meant everything to her, she must decide whether to confront the painful truths of her past or risk losing herself in a new love that might be just as dangerous as the one she’s trying to escape.

"You can't just touch me however you please." I spat angrily as he runs his fingers along the curves of my breast. The words leaving my mouth not corresponding with the wetness in my underwear. "Is that so? Do you want to know why I can do whatever I want with you?" He asks but I don't answer. "Because I own you." Aurelia's life revolved around working long hours at multiple jobs to take care of bills but mostly to pay off her father's gambling debt. She comes home to find that she has been sold off to a mob boss by her father to save himself. Read more to find out what happens on Aurelia's journey as the mob boss' possession. Rated 18+ contains: Violence Sexual Content Vulgar Language.

"Look at you. Bent over, trembling, waiting for it. You look like you were made to take my cock, Sunshine." Sofia lived a life defined by "shoulds" and "must-nots," bound by the strict doctrines of her religious family. Her world was a gilded cage, safe but stifling, where every breath was measured against expectations that left her soul aching for a release she didn't dare name. Then she met Luca De Rossi. A name whispered on the streets, he is a man carved from danger, power, and forbidden allure. He belonged to a world her family preached against—a world of illicit deals and ruthless loyalty. She should have run. She wanted to run. But Luca didn't give her the choice. He dragged her into his world stripping away her modesty. He taught her that fear is an aphrodisiac. He put a gun in her hand and his name on her skin. He took the shy, obedient girl and turned her into a woman who craves the sting of his palm and the weight of his possession. Now, caught between sacred duty and carnal obsession, Sofia must choose. Cling to the life that suffocates her, or surrender to the darkness that promises both ruin and exquisite, dangerous ecstasy. "You don't need to think, Sofia. You just need to open your mouth when I tell you to, and spread your legs when I walk in the room. You’re just a beautiful, wet place for me to sin." SIN WITH ME, SUNSHINE

I was engineered to kill men with a kiss. When my pleasure‑kill protocol glitches on a Bratva king and binds my system to his, he gives me a choice: become his contract wife… or be handed back to the monsters who built me I was trained to destroy men without leaving a mark. The Siren Protocol turned my body into a weapon—every nerve engineered to dismantle loyalty, erase secrets, and turn power into submission. One kiss, and I can crash a neural implant like a virus. Hidden behind a luxury cover identity, I’m waiting for my next directive when my door explodes inward and Kael Petrov walks in—Bratva heir, tech billionaire, and the most controlled man in the city. He thinks he’s here to extract a traitor using his accounts to leak Siren data. He doesn’t know the “escort” in front of him is the Siren asset he’s hunting. So, I do what I was built for. I kiss him. My pleasure‑kill protocol should drop him in eight seconds. Instead, his high‑grade implant bites back. My signal loops through his system and straight into mine, fusing us in a feedback circuit of raw, addictive sensation that neither of us can control. Instead of killing him, I bind myself to him. Now I’m collared in his tower, my systems synced to his, and he’s staring at me like I’m the most interesting problem he’s ever seen. To keep me out of Bratva torture cells but still under his eye, Kael gives me a brutal ultimatum: Marry him and live as his contract wife, or be handed to the men who will take me apart for parts. I was meant to end him. Falling for him was never part of the directive.

Claimed as the Wrong Bride: Tripicity Book One Octavia Maddox is a grey zone artist living rough in Tripicity, selling her work to survive. When mob boss Bastien Leclair arranges a contract marriage with Olivia Maddox to secure a political alliance against his rival Corporal, Olivia refuses and doesn't show up. A gallery mix-up, possibly deliberate, puts Occy in the wrong room at the right moment. She signs a contract she doesn't fully understand in exchange for a number that covers the warehouse she's been saving for. Bastien comes to collect. What follows is a chase through the grey zone, a count system of punishments for running, a fever that lands her in hospital, and a slow negotiation of trust between two people who don't trust easily. He moves her to the Alderton, his building, his world, and builds her a studio with north-facing light. She migrates to his bed without deciding to. They fall into something neither of them names. Meanwhile Corporal, operating as Mrs. Santoro, has been watching Occy through a hacked security feed and commissions a painting from her. The three-way power structure of the city tightens around Occy without her knowing it. The Meridian overstep begins destabilising the grey zone she built her life in. Bastien's attempt to secure her position legally through a Maddox family adoption explodes when he tells her without asking her first. She walks out. He sits in the room she left. Coming: the grey zone war, the Maddox meeting with Occy, Corporal's escalation, the truth about who engineered the signing, and whether Occy chooses to stay. Not because she has to, but because she wants to.

Ten years. Ten years I gave Viktor Volkov everything; my hands, my loyalty, my designs, my silence. When his father stepped in front of a moving truck to save my life and died on that pavement, I became his son's by debt. By duty. And somewhere along the way, by something far more dangerous than either. Love. Foolish, one-sided, ruinous love. Now the doors of the Volkov estate are closing behind me with the quiet finality of a verdict. No argument. No goodbye worth remembering. Just the click of a latch and the ghost of a matching tattoo Viktor had lasered off his wrist before she arrived Elara Conti, all silk and Italian marble, the woman he chose in the time it took me to stop pretending he ever saw me. He gutted my studio. Erased my name from every wall. Turned ten years into a footnote. What Viktor doesn't know is that I'm walking out of those gates carrying the one thing he can never erase. His. And I will burn this entire life to the ground before I let him find out.

She was supposed to be the thief who stole from his empire.   Instead, she became his wife. Arielle Vasquez wakes up bound to Matteo Moretti—a tattooed, ruthless enforcer of the Moretti clan, a bastard son burning with rage and a hunger for validation. Their marriage is a punishment, a cage of suspicion and hate. He sees her as a liar, a liability. She sees him as the enemy who stole her freedom. But the first night changes everything. She gasped as Matteo pinned her against the wall of their wedding suite, his breath hot against her throat, ink-dark eyes devouring her defiance.   “You think you can play games with me, little thief?” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips, possessive, punishing. “I’ll break you before you break me.” Arielle lifts her chin, lips brushing his ear in a whisper. “Try it. I dare you.” As secrets unravel and betrayals cut deeper, the line between enemy and obsession blurs. Every touch during late-night raids, every heated argument that ends with her back against a wall and his mouth crashing down on hers, pulls them closer to surrender.   But the real danger isn’t the Russians closing in.   It’s the heartless man who’s starting to want her more than revenge.   And the woman who’s beginning to crave the darkness he offers. In a world built on blood and power, love is the deadliest weapon of all.

“Open your eyes, Mi Amor. I want to see your eyes when my mouth is eating you out.” Don Raphael growled at me as he dipped his head further toward my pussy. I gasped as his tongue touched my mound, from the back to the front. His tongue was rough against my sensitive pussy. While his tongue was assaulting my pussy, gently penetrating, his thumb was playing with my clitoris. I could barely keep my eyes open. But it was his order so I had to obey. Soon, I felt a pressure building inside of my stomach. As if I was suddenly feeling the urge to pee. My breaths quickened. My legs were shaking, that he had placed on his back as he ate me. I tried my best not to, but suddenly my eyes rolled back into my head. I was about to enjoy my first ever orgasm when he suddenly bit onto my pussy so hard that I screamed in pain. Chucking, he pulled away. I touched that place where he had bitten me. …. Hazel ran to her father's county to avoid her ex who cheated on her. Little did she know, to avoid the little mess she could have easily fought with, she got herself into an actual hell. Her life turned upside down when her father sold her to the ruthless Mafia Don who was known for his merciless ways to torture those who disobey him. From the hope to find true love, she ended up being the Mistress of a Don. Will she ever be loved, or her fate is to never find love?

His fingers were already at the lace between my thighs when he pushed me against the marble vanity, breath hot, voice darker than sin, his arousal pressing against my throbbing core. "Open your legs for me, Mrs Valentino." He didn’t wait. He plunged into me roughly, his mouth trailing down my neck like he owned it. I hated the way my body arched for him. I hated even more that he smirked when it did. I was supposed to be terrified, not trembling for the man who forced a ring onto my finger two days after abducting me. Before Dante Valentino touched me like that... before he whispered filth and promises into my ears, I was Valentina Morrison: a quiet girl, psychology graduate, volunteer counselor blissfully unaware that my entire life was a lie. I didn’t know the truth about my parents. I didn't know my bloodline belonged to a mafia empire that their hands were filled with blood. I only knew one thing the night I witnessed a murder in a Manhattan alley and it was that I was going to die...until he showed up. Dante, the most feared Italian boss in New York. He was ruthless and calculating. He didn't save me, he claimed me. Only because I’m not just some civilian. I'm the last surviving Castellano heir, the one piece of leverage that can rewrite the entire underworld. So Dante forced a marriage to protect me. To control me. To bind me to him in pleasure and law. And somewhere between running from gunfire and running from him, I made the worst mistake possible: I let the devil touch me. I let his hands teach my body a language my mind despises but my body craves. I let him explore me.

“I… I can explain,” Isabelle stuttered as she started into the furious eyes of Andrew Sebriano, the Mafia Lord. Andrew grabbed her arm as he pressed her against the door, “Trust me honey, you cannot." A scared virgin, Isabelle Moner was set up by her own uncle to have a one night stand with Andrew, in place of his daughter, to pave the way for him in the business world. Would Andrew make Isabelle and her family pay for trying to trick him? Or, would he be her Messiah, saving her from the clutches of her evil Uncle?

For two years, he watched her. Now, he’ll take her. All Elara Vance wants is a simple life: work, and volunteer at the orphanage that was her only home. She is light, kindness, and hope unaware of the dark eyes tracing her every move. Kieran Thorne isn't a man; he's a king. The ruthless head of the Thorne Syndicate, he deals in blood and absolute control. When he sees Elara, he doesn't see a woman. He sees a possession. A light to balance his darkness. After two years of meticulous planning, he steals her from her world and delivers his decree: she will be his wife. Trapped in a gilded penthouse prison, Elara’s spirit is her last weapon. But Kieran’s obsession is a brutal education. His touch is both punishment and worship, his mantra a dark whisper: "You are mine." As Elara plots her escape, a more dangerous threat emerges. Vera Volkov, heiress to a rival syndicate and Kieran’s obsessively devoted would-be queen, sees Elara as a stain to be erased. She will burn down Kieran’s world to get rid of the competition. Caught between a captor who kills to keep her and a rival who will die to replace her, Elara must make a choice. Will she break under the weight of a love built on possession? Or will she learn to wield the thorns of his obsession… and become the queen of the very darkness that sought to own her?

He was raised by blood and fire. She was born from loss and buried memories. Lorenzo is a ruthless mafia king—cold, calculating, and feared across Chicago and New York. Groomed to inherit an empire soaked in violence, he has spent his life clawing his way toward one goal: freedom. Three more years, and he plans to walk away from the underworld forever, leaving the bloodstained crown behind. But fate has other plans. Mel lives a quiet life defined by art, guilt, and responsibility. Haunted by dreams of a boy with mismatched eyes and surrounded by roses, she believes they are nothing more than fragments of her imagination—until those dreams begin to feel dangerously real. When their worlds collide, buried truths resurface. The boy Lorenzo once was. The girl he once saved. A promise neither of them remembers making—but never truly broke. As enemies close in and the past claws its way back to the surface, Lorenzo must choose between the empire he was born to rule and the woman who could destroy it. Loving her means risking everything—his power, his future, and the carefully controlled monster he’s become. Because some roses don’t bloom to be protected. They bloom to bring kings to their knees. And in a world of thorns, love may be the deadliest weapon of all.

You are mine now! The sooner you get used to that fact, the better its gonna be for you." "I belong to no one but myself." Nicole cried, but the terrifying mafia man only laughed. "I guess we'll have to see about that."  Nicole Meyer was the only daughter of Christopher Meyer, a heartless and ruthless man whose only concern was fame, wealth and power, and he was willing to sacrifice everything to aquire those things, even at the expense of his own daughter. He had just decided to marry her off to one of his friends for a business alliance, but Nicole decided that she would rather die than marry that man. She was also tired and frustrated of living like a slave in her own father's house so on the day of her wedding, she escaped in her white dress and tried to end it all, but she was rescued by a man whom she later discovered was the head of a dangerous mafia chain. "You were going to end it anyway so clearly you didn't have any need to live. I rescued you so now your life belong to me and i'm going to do with it as i damn well please." "Please don't hurt me." Nicole begged, her lips quivering. "Hurt you?" The man asked. "And just why would i do that when you are the very thing i've been searching for?" "I...i..am?" She stamerred in confusion. "Of course you are darling." He replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You are going to be my bride and the one that is going to producd me an heir."

Plus-Size Queen For The Red Dragon They laughed at her weight. Her husband betrayed her. Her own sister destroyed her life. After losing everything, Octavia Beacham disappears into the arms of the one man no one dares to cross—the legendary Red Dragon, ruler of Valdoria's most powerful cartel. But broken women don't always stay broken. As old enemies come crawling back and a deadly war threatens to tear the underworld apart, Octavia must decide if revenge is enough... or if she's destined to become something far greater. They called her a disgrace. Soon, the entire nation will know her as The Red Queen.

“Kneel, Little thing,” he orders, his breath running down my neck. I find myself kneeling. It’s not like I have a choice. He’s going to hurt me if I don’t. And I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ll enjoy every bit of it. My core throbs, and my mouth water hungrily as he frees his cock from his briefs. “You want it, don’t you?” He fists himself and my eyes follow the movement. I can feel the wetness dripping down my legs despite my position. The room is dark, and there’s no means of escape for me. Not that I want to. “Yes,” I whisper, my face coloring in shame. “Louder, Little thing. Don’t you hate me? Don’t you want to kill me—the man who killed your only brother?” He taunts. I don’t reply. The next moment, he grips my hair hard, and I gasp. “I want to.” I force myself to say. His face lifts up in a mocking smirk. “Good girl. Now, suck my cock like my pretty little toy.” He demands, slamming himself into my mouth and stealing my breath with one hard thrust. * Her life faces a brutal turn when a cruel Mafia Don breaks into her home, demanding the stash of diamonds that her brother supposedly stole. She tries to pick herself up and avenge her brother’s death, but falls instead into the trap Don Luca set for her. What is meant to be vengeance changes into something irresistible. Something dangerous. Something that might kill her if she gives in…