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-I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER - ENDLESSLY MINE - INFINITELY OURS -WHEN YOU LEAVE YOPUR HEART BEHIND .... so far there are still more to be uploaded. ***** POWER AND TEMPTATION MAFIA SERIES( romance/erotic/betrayal)************ - BOOK 1 ITALIAN MAFIA -ITALIAN MAFIA 2/ SHES'S STILL MINE ************INDIVIDUAL STORIES************* - FEARLESS LUNA (WEREWOLF SEXY ROMANCE STORY)

I love all different kinds of music, so there’s a little something for everyone. 3. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: a. GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)

he ordered me. His own hand started to reach for the shirt he wore, undoing the buttons. I obeyed, stripping fast. Nearly ripping out almost all of my shirt buttons in the process. My shirt was impatiently dragged off my body. I tossed it aside just as his own clothes hit the floor. My eyes fell on his fully exposed broad chest. Dang! I drew in a sharp breath. He had so many thick muscles. Enticing. My eyes dipped lower to his cock which was standing proudly.

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

We leaned in. Text unfurled: KEY AUTHOR INTRODUCED AS ANOMALOUS VARIABLE TO INCREASE RATINGS. TRAGIC POTENTIAL: HIGH. IDEAL ENDING: AUTHOR CORE MERGE OR PUBLIC EXECUTION. My hands curled around the edge of the book until the paper creased. “‘Ideal ending,’” I repeated. I flipped to the back. A whole section was devoted to “OUTCOME PROJECTIONS,” each with a neat label: STANDARD TRAGIC ENDING: AUTHOR DIES SAVING OTHERS. SYSTEM CONTINUES.

She could feel the magic spreading — into her breasts, down her spine, even into the sensitive skin behind her knees and along the back of her neck. By the time she turned the fourth page, every single letter in the entire library had become an erogenous zone. The simple act of remembering the title of any book on the shelves made her clit throb. Reciting the Dewey decimal system in her head made her nipples ache. The tentacles celebrated her total corruption.

I licked my lower lip and looked at him seductively. He gripped my hair and then claimed my lips. I felt him biting my lips over and over again, to the point that I can now feel the taste of metal in my mouth. His mouth fell on my chest, and he sucked it both like a lion, so angry at his prey. His eyes are burning, and I anticipated all of his touches, even if they were harsh and rough. All the more I want it. He had just finished on my chest when he pulled me into his body and then claimed my lips again. A moan escaped from my mouth when he lifted me up and slapped my butt five times.

It made me want to rip the skin from my bones just to stop feeling everything. “She ran off with her little boyfriend. Cute, really. But predictable.” My stomach twisted, bile climbing high. “If you don’t marry him,” he continued, eyes gleaming like a vulture circling a fresh carcass, “I’d love to see her reaction when we… play.” That word. That cursed, ice-blooded word. It cracked open the rusted cellar of my childhood and let every monster crawl back in. “You promised you’d never say that again,” I croaked, the edges of my voice torn and frayed.

“Zenith....” She plops down beside me and yanks a throw pillow into her lap like it is a prop for emphasis. “Jandro, I’ve read the books. I’ve seen the tropes. The mate gets to meet the wolf. The sura is how the wolf chooses his mate. If there was danger, I’d feel it. We’d know.”