Donna Beneviento X Reader Novels & Stories

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY ER*T*CA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SE*UAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. BLURB: Explicit Content Reader Discretion Strongly Advised This dark romance collection contains extremely graphic sexual content, including intense BDSM, power exchange, rough s*x, degradation mixed with praise, orgasm control, impact play, breeding kink, and explicit M/F/M threesomes with MM action. It features significant age gap relationships , total power exchange, consensual non-consent (CNC) roleplay, and other taboo elements. The characters explore dark, filthy, and emotionally intense dynamics that some readers may find disturbing or offensive. If you are easily triggered by raw, explicit, morally gray, or extreme sexual content — this collection is not for you. For those who crave scorching hot, unapologetic erotica with deep romance, intense kink, and raw passion… welcome to LUSTFUL DESIRES. ------- “Ride it while you recite your rules,” he said, voice rough. Lena lowered herself onto the thick toy, breathing loudly as it stretched her. “No panties… when I’m with you…” she gasped, rolling her hips. Marcus stood in front of her, slowly stroking himself. “Louder.” “No panties… daily texts… no coming without permission…” She was doing herself harder now, tears of frustration and pleasure running down her face. “I belong to you, Sir. My pleasure is yours.” “That’s my girl.” He finally pulled her off the t*y, bent her over again, and slammed his little one into her in one brutal thrust. “Arghh!” Lena screamed.

Reader Warning: This book contains explicit erotic content, including BDSM elements, power exchange, dominance and submission, rough intimacy, and mature themes. Not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Blurb When the devil disguised as Tristan Hale offers desperate Andrea a one-year contract to be his, under his rules, in his bed, with no love, no promises, and no future... she accepts, hoping to clear her family’s crushing debt and save her brother’s life. But what happens when pretending starts to feel real, when survival turns into burning desire, and when the man who was never meant to keep her becomes the one she cannot walk away from?

Failed writer Ivana Prute signs a contract to be Billionaire and s*x addict Kyl's mistress and to write his memior, she is desperate for the paycheck but unprepared for the man; controlling and possessive CEO

Rosalia Nuñes is wrongfully kidnapped by the notorious Leonardo Sal. A ridiculously hot but despicable man who cares for no one else but himself. With all attempts to escape him, she must learn how to survive and stay true to herself and prevent the hatred for him from consuming her. Will she ever see the man behind the façade, or will she kill him at the first chance she gets? Moreover, two worlds collide, when betrayal, secrets, violence, passion, and power surface. ----------   “I will be the second person you send to a mental institution.”  Ruining her life purposefully. And all for what?  Because he has the power to.  Who gave him the right to play GOD?  “I swear, if I make it out of this alive, I am going to kill you, imbecile.”

"If you ruin this, Avery, I will personally pull the plug on your grandmother’s ventilator." With those cold words from her stepmother, Avery Marie Vance’s fate was sealed. Forced to wear a heavy lace veil and step into the shoes of her spoiled twin sister, Kendra, who fled the country to avoid marrying a "monster", Avery walks down the aisle of a grand cathedral. Her groom is Damien Kingsley. He is the ruthless, cold-hearted heir to the Kingsley empire, known to the world as the "Blind Beast" after a tragic accident took his sight. He is dangerous, powerful, and completely blind. Or so Avery thinks.

My name is Clara Kelly. I was born in Brooklyn, into an Irish-American cop’s family. My father spent his whole career walking a beat out of the 84th Precinct. My mother volunteered at the parish. I was the first girl on our block to get into Columbia Law. The year I graduated, I was volunteering at a charity gala. I picked up the wrong glass of wine and ended up dumping it down the front of a man’s Brioni suit. That man was Adrian Francesco Moretti. Fourth-generation Don of the Moretti Family of New York, and one of the five families of Cosa Nostra. He chased me for four years. I said no six times. The seventh time, he stood outside my law firm in the rain until three-fifteen in the morning. I married him. Two decades in, he’d handed me the keys to the entire Moretti Family. In our world they called me “the Irish Donna,” a woman with no Italian blood who somehow held the seat. Childless by choice, the two of us. Famously in love. Until that Wednesday afternoon, when my college roommate of twenty years, my best friend Vivian Sinclair, walked into my living room with a five-year-old boy. She said the boy was Adrian’s son. She said that five years ago, she’d taken a used condom out of the wastebasket in my upstairs master bedroom, kept it frozen for three years, and done IVF. She said she was the real mother of the Moretti heir. She was the real Donna Moretti. “Be smart. Pack your bags and walk out. You might even get to keep your life.” “You’re barren. The Moretti Family doesn’t need you.” I looked at the woman I’d called my best friend for half my adult life. I didn’t say a word. She thought she was holding the winning card. What she didn’t know was that she’d just stepped onto a board Adrian and I had been laying for twenty years. I needed exactly one sentence to shatter every piece of the Donna fantasy she’d spent five years building.

Kimberly leans on her family and fall prey to their underhand, murderous scheme and counter scheme. Peaches And Bottles takes the reader by hand into all her survival, sex, wealth, beauty and love escapades. This novel is awesome, intriguing, and captivating.

Karen Donna at twenty six was in need of a job, after quiting her job as a waitress, she wanted to give her family the best life, and send her younger brother to college. When she finally got a job at New York far away from her hometown, she has left to face her hot boss who happened to be her boyfriend cousin. Things got heated fast, and she had to choose between her boss and her boyfriend who she happened to love so much.

In my last life, I was Adrian Moretti’s wife for ten years. Everyone said he loved me. They called me the luckiest woman in Chicago’s mafia world. Then I overheard him making his will. The Moretti shares, offshore trusts, and port revenue would all go to Noah, the boy I had raised with my own hands. The son Adrian had with Celeste, the woman he had loved before me. He had even chosen to be buried beside her, not me. That was when I finally understood. Ten years of marriage, and I was nothing but a replacement paving the way for his first love and their son. That night, I died in a car crash. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Adrian had to choose his wife. Everyone thought he would choose me. Even the old Donna smiled and said, “Adrian used to follow Elena everywhere when he was little.” But when I looked up, I caught the flash of disgust in Adrian’s eyes. I understood at once. He had been reborn too. Since you never wanted me in either life, I’ll step aside this time. Before Adrian could say a word, I stood and bowed to the old Don and Donna of the Moretti family. “Godfather. Ma’am. I’m stepping aside.”

On the day of her wedding, Elena Bianchi was left standing alone in a church. For the nineteenth time, Don Giovanni Rossi failed to appear. His excuse was the same as always—Lina was 'dying' again. This time, the humiliation went further. While Elena waited in her wedding dress, a video call arrived. On the screen, the lace veil her mother had left her—the one promise Elena had sworn to keep—was being torn apart by Lina’s dog as Lina laughed and urged it on. Giovanni followed with a careless apology. He promised to buy her a better one. That veil had been the last thing her mother ever gave her. Elena did not cry. She did not argue. Instead, she made a call no one in the Italian underworld dared to make. Seven years later, the Rossi family had fallen. Their power was gone. Their allies had turned away. And Giovanni—once untouchable—stood among the defeated, waiting to receive the Donna of the most powerful Mafia family. He never expected it to be Elena. Now married to Rafael Bellini, Elena was no longer the woman abandoned at the altar. She was Bellini’s Donna—calm, ruthless, and beyond his reach. The veil that had once been fed to a dog had become a crown. And the man who had destroyed her was now her enemy. In a world ruled by bloodlines, loyalty, and vengeance, Elena proved one unbreakable truth: A woman cast aside by a Mafia king did not disappear—she rose, and she returned as his reckoning.