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“I believe you’ve heard of me.” I stiffened. Of course, I’d heard of Luca Romano. Who in Sicily hadn’t? He was one of the most infamous figures in the city—a businessman with a reputation as sharp as a blade and connections that ran deeper than the sea. People whispered about him, but no one dared to cross him. “What do you want?” I asked, folding my arms defensively. He took a step closer, his polished shoes barely making a sound on the concrete. “I’ve got a proposition for you. I need a date for an event, and I’m willing to pay you 4,000 euros for your time.”

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

[Russian- Little Vixen] All of my dark fantasy dies down when the asshole let go of me all of a sudden as I lose my balance and collapse on the ground. "Let her rot in this room and starve without medication until she speaks about Landon, and then kill her." He orders his men looking directly into my eyes without a void of emotion. His emerald gaze is so cold to freeze my entire body and face too hard to scare the hell out of me. Fucking asshole. "You'll pay for this." I snarl angrily.

My hands kneaded her ass, spreading her open so I could fuck her even deeper, until she was arching into me, crying out with every stroke. I growled against her ear, my cock driving mercilessly into her soaked cunt. “That’s mine, Snow. Every inch of you.” Her nails raked down my chest, her body shuddering around me. Her breathless cries echoed in the dark. I couldn’t stop my hips slamming up into her again and again, faster and harder until the sound of our bodies colliding drowned out everything else. My cock throbbed deep inside her, and the pressure was boiling over.

At this rate, the five families risked more cross-breeding than the royal families of Europe. Marco stands abruptly and buttons his black suit jacket with a smirk. He saunters to the bar on the far side of the dining room like he already owns the place. I drop my gaze to my food once more. I should eat more, but I can’t stomach it right now. A moment passes, and he returns to his seat, grabbing my hand and pressing my fingers around an old-fashioned. I try not to cringe. I fucking hate rye whiskey.

The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her. But the man speaking wasn’t a mafia boss. He was hot, tall—yes. But he was also a priest. A fucking hot priest. One I lusted for. Obsessed over. The one who made me touch myself at night, desperate and aching in ways I never thought I could. Enzo Romano. A walking sin wrapped in holiness. Long black hair he tied back into a ponytail, piercing gray eyes that looked right into your soul, and features so divine they made you believe God really did have favorites.

Luca, my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He's tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum. Of course my fantasies aren't really happening right now. Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. I've really been reading too many romance novels. Seriously. We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I'm barely breathing, waiting for what he's gonna say. I know he's not my "real" dad.

Though he was dangerous, with those shadows in his eyes that hinted at secrets that could shatter this fragile family if he truly tried to. I checked the door lock twice to be sure that it was locked. Damien seemed like the guy who could sneak into my bed while I was asleep. Not like I wouldn't like that. That night, sleep came with dark yet twisted dreams of his gray stare boring into me, devouring me. Ones where his cock was thrusting deep into my cunt while I screamed his name without an iota of control. I woke up gasping, fingers slipping inside myself to chase the ghost of him. My head arched back, mouth open as my moving fingers brought me climax.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.