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You should enjoy it. Bitches like you don’t deserve vanilla sex." He hovered over me and took my sore, overly sensitive nipple in his mouth. He bit it hard and I screamed. He rammed his shaft deep into my cunt at once and I screamed. “Fuck!” he didn’t give me a chance to adjust to his size or anything. He kept on moving in and out at a speed I couldn’t keep up with. “Is this not how you like it? How you like to be fucked like the whore that You are,” he said and grabbed my chin as he yelled in my face. He didn’t give me any breathing space. I surely was going to get sore after this. ^.^.^.^ Leia Gambino thought she had seen the worst when her father, Roman Gambino; an American mafia boss forced her to marry Jericho de Luca; the heir apparent to the capo de carmine of the well-feared Italian mafia; Banda Della. Little did Leia know that she was sold away in disguise. On her wedding day, none of her parents were around. Things took a worst turn on the first night. Jericho sees Leia as a sex object and a panacea for his impotence while Jericho's father sees her as a business tool and a bait.

"Let me go." Anna tried to get out of Xavier's grip, but he tightened his grip and hid his face in her neck. Anna's eyes widened in shock. His intentions were dangerous. Before she could do anything, he leaned and licks her neck with his hot tongue and start tracing it to her earlobe. Anna pushed herself away from Xavier with full force and slapped him in the face. Xavier’s face suddenly turned red. Till today, nobody dare to slap him, he was Mafia king. He squeezed Anna's hair in his fist and grabbed her jaw. "To this day, no one has dared to deny me and you dared to slap me. Now you will pay for it.” He yelled furiously. "Yes, I raised my hand and I will raise it again. Humans are not beasts but you are a beast and you are not even ashamed of it,” Anna said with a tone full of hatred. "If you talk to me like that in the future, I will kill you and what did you say I am a beast? Why don't I show you to be a beast?" He leaned on her lips again and didn't back down until Anna's lips started bleeding. - This is the story of Mafia King's love that turned into obsession.

"You look good," I said to Chloe at humakbang ako palapit sa kaniya. Kunot ang noo niya na nakatingin lang sa akin. "Kahit balot na balot ka, my body is still reacting." I grabbed her hand na natatakpan ng kumot at pinakapa ko sa kaniya ang nabuhay ko na naman na pagkalalaki. I saw how her eyes grew bigger again and I winked at her. "Nice meeting you, Chloe." ****** Trace a.k.a The Orgy King. The Panty Ripper. His sworn brother called him funny names but he knows what he is. A spawn by Satan. Ipinanganak para pasakitin ang ulo ng amang labis niyang kinamumuhian. He fuck around like a rabbit. Party here and there. But his fave sport will always involve dark and bad. A walking sin. Trace will soon realize that karma really is a bitch. Organization. Friendship. Brotherhood. Trace Dimagiba might be the most hateful man in Foedus Organization but he'll soon realize that even the devil himself deserves redemption. In the form of the feisty and beautiful woman who sauntered into his life– Chloe. His light and his end game. ****** This is a story that is close to real mafia life. If you are a sucker for romance and a simple plot, better not read this!!!

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

Ralph grabbed one of her thighs and hooked it over his arm as he leaned over her and re-entered her again. "Oh-J-Jesu-" she cried out before Ralph slapped his hand over her mouth. "Tsk-tsk," he hissed. "The gods aren't fucking you. The devil is.” There was no time for her to reply, as Alexei forcefully seized the back of her head and yanked it backwards. "Look how helpless you are... you fucking love it, don't you, wife?" he growled. "Come on, любовь. Beg." **** I loved them more than I hated them. And that scared me more than anything. They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should’ve known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they’ve come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn’t escape them.

“Why is she looking so wasted, a bit horny at the same time? Do you think she's horny because of us?” Someone asked. Why do their voices sound different? But I had the same feeling for all of them. It can't be that I was suffering from sexual starvation, and the reason I couldn't differentiate their voices. Just then, I felt someone behind me. He grabbed me from behind, and began caressing my neck with his tongue. I wanted to scream for him to stop, but at that moment, I just couldn't tell why I felt so aroused and dripping with horny liquids inside of me. “I bet you're going to get bent over and fucked if you keep releasing these pheromones, love,” the voice behind my ears echoed. I'm in trouble, this can't be happening for real. I must be dreaming. Kiera lived a simple life doing what she knew how to do best, with a secret, she kept hidden from the world. But what happens when she comes across four brothers who were hell-bent on taking that secret to light and calling her their mate? Will Kiera succeed in keeping her secret, or will she give in to the mysterious men who are desperate to make her theirs?

"You’re just too old to handle me,” I spat in fury. “That’s why you won’t f*ck me.” His eyes turned feral. “What did you just say?” he growled, stepping closer. My breath hitched, and heat pooled between my legs. “I said you're old—and not man enough.” He grabbed my chin, lips inches from mine. “Baby girl, when I’m done with you, you’ll beg this 'old man' to stop. You won’t just know I’m man enough—you’ll feel it in every inch of your sore, trembling body.” ***** At 40, architect Lorenzo De Vito has built a life of discipline and control—until 23-year-old Emily Ross steps into his world. She's bold, ambitious, and irresistible, awakening desires he buried long ago. Lorenzo knows she's off-limits, a risk to his career and reputation, but her teasing smiles and undeniable chemistry make her impossible to resist. As the tension between them ignites, the line between control and surrender begins to blur. Will he resist the temptation or risk it all for the one woman he shouldn’t want?

Alpha Scott hated me, his fated mate, more than anything. All because I was just a human, a useless creature without claws. His heart belonged entirely to his childhood sweetheart, Joanna. After Joanna died in an accident, he hated me for ten years. But when an enemy pack’s bomb exploded in front of our den, he saved me. Before he died, covered in blood and lying in my arms, he used his last ounce of strength to push away my trembling hand. "Elena, if only the Moon Goddess had never let us meet..." At the funeral, the former Luna—Scott's mother—grabbed my collar, sobbing uncontrollably. "Scott, it's my fault. I never should have forced you to accept this human. If I had supported your choice of Joanna, would any of this have happened today?" I didn't answer. Because she was right. After being dragged out of the funeral, I climbed Skyfall Ridge—the pack's sacred ground—alone and leaped. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the Moon Goddess designated me as Scott's mate. This time, I decided to sever all ties with Scott, to give everyone what they truly wanted.

"She is mine!" Nolan growled. "I will do anything just to not see her with anybody else!" Owen barked, turned to me, and grabbed my hand. "You have to choose one now, but remember that your choice comes with consequences. Choose this guy, and I'll do whatever it takes to separate you, even if it means dropping a head." ***************** Enrolling in a new school wasn't really Genevieve's cup of tea. All she wanted was to lay low and complete her high school days, she was a sick werewolf after all. What she didn't expect is to catch the attention of the two most feared boys in the school who just happened to be rivals. Trying her best to ignore them but a string keeps pulling her to them and they both weren't pleased with the idea of sharing especially when she finds out she was mated to both of them. Could this be a mistake made by the moon goddess? What happens when she shows she isn't interested in any of them but then the so-called queen bee of the school just so happens to be friends with both of them and is hell bent on making her life in the school hell? Will she ever give one of them or both of them a chance especially when she finds out her whole life might have been a deceptive illusion?

"Are you going to kill me too?" Olivia muttered weakly. "No little pet, I have other plans for you," the deep voice replied. Pedro's gaze was sinister as he grabbed her by the throat "You owe me now, Olivia." "W-what do you want from me?" she asked, trembling in fear, she looked up to meet the menacing figure of Pedro Ramirez. "I want your loyalty, your obedience, your body," he whispered seductively with a glint of determination in his eyes. Olivia thought she had found love and security with Luciano, but on her birthday, her world turned into a nightmare. With her family brutally taken from her and her own life hanging by a thread, she is rescued by the enigmatic Pedro Ramirez. Little does she know, she has traded one dangerous man for another. As Olivia is drawn deeper into Pedro's world of power and violence, she becomes fixated on seeking vengeance for her family's murder. But as she becomes entangled in the dark and seductive world of the mafia, Olivia realizes she may have gotten more than she bargained for, and the line between love and hate becomes dangerously blurred. Can she navigate the treacherous world of the underground and carve out her own path of retribution, or will she become another pawn in Pedro's deadly game?