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Bianca Marcello is a woman who plays by her own rules. A brilliant lawyer in New York’s most elite firm, she’s built a reputation as ruthless, unshakable, and untouchable. But under the prim and proper facade, she craves control—in the courtroom, in her life, and in the hearts of the men who dare to want her. Roberto Grimani, her brother’s best friend, is nothing like the powerful men Bianca usually handles. He’s rough, dangerous, and deeply entangled in a world she swore to stay away from. As the right-hand man to Italy’s most feared crime boss, he’s used to people obeying him without question. Except Bianca. She defies him, taunts him, and worst of all—makes him crave her in ways he can’t control. When a night at a bar puts Bianca in the path of a dangerous criminal gang, Rob storms back into her life, proving he’s been watching her all along. But his obsession isn’t just about keeping her safe—it’s about breaking the woman who refuses to bend for anyone. She’s the devil in designer heels. He’s the sinner desperate for redemption. But in a game of blood, power, and seduction, who will surrender first? A dark billionaire romance filled with obsession, power plays, and a twisted love story where control is the ultimate weapon. This is not your typical love story. It’s where power struggles, control, and revenge blur the line between love, obsession, and destruction. With elements of BDSM, worship kink, and manipulation, this story explores dominance, submission, and the survival of emotionally complex characters driven by desire and power. Your mental health comes first, read at your own risk-Daniella🎀

A comedy of errors, that offers second chances for first love in this BDSM Mafia, Reverse Harem Romance. In that moment of embarrassment, fear and dread, I do the unthinkable…….. I jump into the black clad stranger's arms, and kiss him with all the drama of a soap opera. Yes, I meant it to be for show to avoid my stalker, but .....Let’s just say it’s not all fake when I practically swoon like the well-to-do British lady I’m impersonating. “Renfield tricked me,” I pant, pointing my shaking finger at the obnoxious blonde man, literally crying, this is all so hysterical to him. “Dracula's spell is too powerful. I can't fight it, go! Go find Van Helsing!" How did this happen? Nicky! That’s right, this is all my orphan brother, Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault! Ever since that tweedle twap jerk named me after the bad luck stray cat outside our orphanage, there is no end to the comedy of errors that is my life. I was hoping to avoid the so tragic it’s funny or so funny it’s tragic stigma with my second chance on life, but no such luck with his latest shenanigans.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT‼️ This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story. But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! 😉 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.