روايات وقصص ضمن Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby. Daddy’s waiting. ~~~~~ 1~♠ BODY, PUSSY, MOUTH. ELENA “Turn around and let us see that fat ass!” My heart hammered in my chest as I danced on the private stage. Lust Underground club was one frequented by dangerous men ranging from politicians to hungry motherfuckers and mafia gangsters. Lewd and naked in two words. This was the only means of survival I had and I made sure to do my best at my work. I wore almost nothing but just a tiny black lace bra that barely held my tits and a matching thong that rode up

I should have just made her my submissive in the safe house but I had to make Doctor Fiore bring her here as an assistant because not only will she just be my submissive, but she will also be a cover-up for me whenever I go on a mission in a day. Ever since I became the capo dei capi, I have never gone out on a mission when it's day because of my family who always check up on me in my bedroom and I only sneak out when it's night. But with Micah here, we can pretend to go for a walk while I attend to some emergencies. I locked the door to my bedroom before opening the bookshelf and walking to the underground room. As I stepped inside ROP, I glanced at the cage which I could hardly see because

“No. We do more than finish it. We bury them so deep no shadow can ever rise again.” Their mouths met with raw need, desperation leaking into every breath. This wasn’t lust. This was survival. This was the only place where the fire didn’t burn them alive. Two nights later, they infiltrated an underground gala hosted by an arms dealer with rumored ties to La Spina Nera. Dressed in crimson silk, Amara was a walking weapon—lethal, sensual, untouchable. Luca, in his custom-tailored black suit, trailed beside her like a phantom. The ballroom glittered, but the air was sour with fear and lies.

I have absolutely no objections to that. Once he has me all up in a lather, I push him to his back and give him the same treatment across his chest. He has surprisingly sensitive nipples. Which is adorable. The teen still inside me is screaming with giddiness at having her mouth on Damon Montreal, the CEO of Sphinx Prime. That most bachelorette in this city covets and would literally die for to be in his pants. And him being a mafia boss just add to the dangers I am willing to look past.

Mason eyebrow’s rose in realization. “And you are their leader?!” Keith, who still had his mouth gaped open asked in awe. The Underground is no joke. Not only it handles the business of underground fighting, but it also handles bar, drugs and weapons. They are rich in resources. Mason only laughed at their priceless face. “Enough with my business. Now that we know who is what-” Mason was cut short when one of the bodyguards walk into the room with a man walking behind them. “Sir, He’s asking for Miss Vale,”

Below us, my city lay in perfect silence, blanketed in snow and secrets. Ours now. No, mine. At least, that’s what it had always been about. Power, control, bloodless succession and becoming Pakhan not just of my father’s empire, but of all five Bratva families. Uniting them under one iron fist—mine. And I was close. So fucking close I could taste it. One year. That was all I needed. A stable marriage. A loyal image. A way to sever ties with Rojas as a supplier and move everything through Mexico instead. Then Luna could walk away. I could become the boss of all bosses.

He was giving orders—telling Tommy and Mike to be at the shore early, to retrieve a shipment and take it straight to the club. Evie’s Club. On the surface, it was all flashing lights and cocktails—just another place where the city’s party crowd came to lose themselves. But underneath the glitz, it was one of José’s fronts. Everyone in the underworld knew it. Beneath the bass-thumping music and the pop of champagne corks, there was human trafficking, money laundering, drugs... all the filth that crawled in the shadows. She stayed motionless until she heard the rumble of engines and the slamming of doors. The house finally quieted. She exhaled, got out of bed, pulled on her robe, and padded do

This was between Jeremy and me. " I do not give the flying fu*k about how much you took, but I care about who you sold it to. We do not sell to children," my voice was more like a growl. I have been a mafia boss for a couple of years already, and everyone knew what I was capable of. I have heard some call me ruthless, but I couldn't care less. I even like it. That kept them on their toes around me. " I would never sell it to children. They were teenagers, " Jeremy replied as if that could change anything in my opinion.

He portrayed him as a monster out for blood and hard to get. "That bastard can make many think he's holy and pure at heart, but I am no fool. He's a Mafia boss from a secret underground society, who tramples on anyone higher than him in ranking. He pretends to be a businessman in the open, but he's a killer, " Father had shared one cold night.

Chapter 45 Amberleigh wanted nothing more than to get out of the shiny and expensive underground lair of one of the worst killers in the city. It was hard to believe that Katia had any connections to him, she was a good person with a big heart, while the man who spawned her didn’t have one at all. Amber wasn’t fooled by Ambrov’s good looks or even tone of voice or his fancy underground palace, he was truly the devil incarnate. Pretty monsters were the worst kind.