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Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.

Somehow I got stuck in this situation. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere with people I've only known for a week. Then the business with 2 men who don't know where to start, suddenly is this close to me. Ivan is a good man, but I never knew that he would use any means to approach me, even though he clearly knew that I had a boyfriend. Then, Arthur, I'm sure I will never be able to understand him, even though we are as close as a pulse but it feels like there is a thick wall that protects Arthur from my attempts to hold him deeper. Ivan and Arthur got involved in a misunderstanding and a cold war just because of one Issa, which is me. Then I also do not know how to deal with my boyfriend after I was involved in an affair with these two men. I have to tolerate Ivan and also have to give up Arthur. Then it was with a heavy heart that I had to accept that Arthur and Ivan's friendship had to end, just like the duration of the program we were running which was one month, their friendship only lasted one month.

I could've sworn I was in sanity but everyone thought I wasn't. The same thought whirled through the heads of my parents who specifically gave birth to me. With that, I found myself falling in love with my own solitude. I fought my demons alone. I chose to live by myself and isolated myself from the people I love. I'd been searching long and hard for a hand to hold. Then suddenly, a small light hidden in the depths of darkness flashed before me and the wall that I've been unconsciously building to protect myself vanished in an instant. Once again, I felt the affection and I was desperate to keep it. However, little did I know that a lot of malevolent eyes were keeping track of what I do. I am not who I think I am. The other world has confirmed it. But my past won't allow me to change. Will I keep on choosing love? Or will I accept my destiny that has been long engraved in the prophecy?

"I know you want me, cupcake!" His deep husky voice ignited the fire within me and I clutched into his shoulder for support, otherwise I knew I was going to fall anytime soon. "You desire me, not only emotionally but also physically!" The touch of his lips near my ear made me shiver in need. "You like it when I touch you, don't you?" He asked, touching my thigh with his warm hand, making me curl my toes. I wanted to scream at him how much I wanted him to fuck me like it was going to be his last fuck, how much hurt I get when I see him with his fiance, and how much I truly loved him. But I couldn't, I just couldn't get the guts to say it aloud because he was my step-uncle, he was a forbidden fruit for me which I could only stare at from afar. But I could see the determination in his eyes which was trying to tell me that he would do anything to break through the wall I have created around my heart. Before I could guess his next movement, in one swift motion, he tore my white shirt, taking me aback and I felt paralyzed like I couldn't even move an inch, I could only stare up at his dark desireful eyes. "Tonight, I will show you how much I desire you!" Oh shit! * When Dawn's mother got married into the influential Playford family after her father's demise, no one accepted her as a family member except the youngest heir, Hunter Playford who is cold as ice. She started trying her best to befriend him but can they become something more beyond their step relationship? * This book has no incest relationship, the leads are not related by blood.

“What was that?” He asked, as he pressed me against the wall, trapping me between them. My gaze fell onto his lips, and an irresistible urge to lean forward and taste them surged within me. He gently tilted my chin upward, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Look me in the eyes and ask again,” he remarked with a smirk, his lips curling seductively. I swallowed nervously, staring at his captivating face. No man should possess such beauty but he did and I could sense the pride exuding from his words. “I was wondering if you were dropped on your head when you were a baby.” 💗💗💗 Warning: Contains mature scenes not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

"I'm only giving you two options. First, you marry me and get the money. Second, you refuse my request and watch your mother die!" Noah said it firmly. For the sake of her mother's lung cancer surgery, Grace dares to decide to accept the offer of marriage from Noah, the Ex-lover who left her seven years ago. In fact, the shadows of her mother's curse and the hatred of Noah's parents haunted her. Not to mention Noah's engaged status. Will this forced marriage end happily, even though the wall of hatred between them stands tall?

"I am gonna make things clear here " He growled with a mean face, walking closer to me while I took a few steps back. "We were forced into this mess together." My back hit the wall as he didn't stop walking closer while I moved back in fright. "You hear me?" he asked with his frown deepening, and I could only nod nervously as his face drew very close to me as if he was about to kiss me, but that would be my wild dreams. He abhors me. "But you're mine. Mine alone. I own you and you belongs to me." His soft lips grazed my left cheek to my ear as he whispered them gently, his voice smoky and deep, sending tingles over my skin. I was shocked to hear those words from him. It surely can't be him saying this. - When Anna was forced to marry her CEO Daren Richardson, she never expected to experience love from the same cold and arrogant man who detested her. Anna knew she was doomed to a loveless marriage after realizing her husband never had interest in falling in love, not to talk of a low-life like her. He was strictly concerned about his business and treated her like she never existed. But why then does he gets jealous seeing her talk with another man? Why did he beat up a man for hugging her? She came into his life like a worthless rag that should be thrown and burnt away, but became the only woman in the world which his heart and soul needed.

THE SPOILED BRAT AND HER BODYGUARD | 18+ Annatalia de Marco doesn't know contentment and constraint. All her life, she was envied, spoiled, and pampered. That's until she was involved in a scandal and this time, her father has had enough. The spoiled brat ends up with an ex-military whose only purpose was to make sure she doesn't make matters worse. Damiano Rossi was an ex-military who carries himself with a dangerous aura. As cold as ice and as impenetrable as a stone wall, no one really knows the real him. Guarding and protecting Annatalia was supposed to be easy for Damiano, but there was a blazing tension between them that will surely burn them. In pain or pleasure? That is the question.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out to get her, how does she face her fear?