Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Novels & Stories

“Let’s have a child….right now,” “What?”Amelia took her steps back in terror, hearing his words. She immediately covered her naked body with her arms which intensified the rage in his eyes. “Yes…... We both hate each other and we both know the only way to break this f*cking marriage of ours is for you to give birth to my child, so….” he uttered through a clenched jaw while opening the buttons of his shirt. Amelia hugged herself more tightly, seeing him coming closer to her. “Stop. You….” He placed his index finger over her lips, halting her words. “Tonight, you will just moan my name,” his voice grew deeper. The rage in his eyes shifted to something more sinful. She swallowed, feeling his palms cupping her naked waist. “This is not….” “Ssshhhh…” he pulled her closer in his arms. “Let me have you tonight, my princess….” Whispering those words, he kissed that girl in his embrace whom he claimed to hate the most in his life. ……….. The deal was simple. Callum Morelli, the ruthless Lycan Prince, needed to kill the werewolf princess, Amelia Ashwood, to break the curse on him of being an infertile, but…..this simple deal took a dark turn when after finding Amelia after a search of years…..instead of killing her, his father commanded him to marry Amelia and make her give birth to his child. But how would Callum make Amelia give birth to his child when he had hated her all his life? He hated her innocent smile, her beautiful green eyes, her softly-warm skin. He hated everything about her, so how? The cruel Lycan prince surely received the answer that one sinful night when he couldn't control himself and touched her like… he owned her. ………..

After I secured a billion-dollar partnership for Horizon Ventures, the sales department celebrated with an afternoon tea spread where everyone got to choose their own order. When it was my turn, the new hire, Jessica Osborne, suddenly cut in. "Chicken sandwiches for the rest of them. No need to order anything else." I ignored her and calmly told the admin clerk, "I’ll have a slice of chocolate cake." The next second, Jessica slammed the menu right across my face and glared at me furiously. "I said no, so you don’t get to order. Who do you think you are? A princess?" The hard menu left a stinging red mark across my face, and a surge of anger flared up inside me. Without hesitating, I grabbed the menu and hurled it right back at her face. Jessica immediately shrieked and roared at me, "Do you have any idea who I am?! My dad is Royce Osborne, the biggest client this company has! Even our CEO, Emily Hopkins, treats me with respect. How dare you lay a hand on me? Believe it or not, I can get your $600,000 bonus canceled and have you blacklisted from this entire industry!" I froze. Royce Osborne's my maternal uncle. He’s forty, famously single, and has never been married. When exactly did he have such a grown-up daughter?

“I warned you, pumpkin,” he grumbled after my first cry for him to slow down. But he could tell I was lying because I couldn't stop grinding my clit against his upper thigh. I shivered when his fingers found my pussy. The touch made me realize how wet I was. He slid two fingers around my clit playfully, and it only made me moan shamelessly. I could feel the urge in my stomach, my body breathing, expecting what followed as he slid those fingers in effortlessly. “Vinicio…” I gasped. He chuckled. “You’re so wet, Laura… I won’t be gentle.” He looked up, straight through my naked body and into my eyes. “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, and I’ll double it.” *** What happens when a contract of three months is not enough? When she runs away after finding out it only took one night before she could get pregnant?

She was never meant to survive the Hunt, let alone be chosen by the King. Adeline Quinn has always been weak. Sickly, fragile and born without a wolf, she has spent her life as a burden in a world that values strength above all else. So when she is sent as tribute to the Lycan King and thrown into the Hunt, she accepts her fate without resistance. Until a beast saves her. When she wakes, she is no longer in the forest but in the care of healers who claim she was rescued. She tries to escape again but she is brought back by warriors. Among them is the man who slowly becomes her comfort, her protector… and her mate. For the first time in her life, Adeline feels safe. Wanted. Loved. Until she learns the truth. Her mate, Killian Hudson, is not a warrior. He is the Lycan King. The same tyrant who created the Hunt that nearly killed her.

Jessie’s life was perfect, until the man she was engaged to demanded she choose between him and her dreams. When she refuses, everything falls apart. Heartbroken and aimless, a spontaneous trip to Las Vegas should have been just a distraction…until a hotel mix-up lands her in the same room as Din Cooper, a man she has never met but he claims she was working with his grandfather to seduce him. Din has his own ultimatum: marry the woman his grandfather chose or lose everything he has worked for. But fate—and one wild night in Vegas—throws Jessie into his path, and suddenly their lives are intertwined in ways neither of them could have imagined.

“You’re drunk,” he said, smirking. “Yeah,” she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. “But I still want to have sex with you.” Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy. "You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. “And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room. Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who she was supposed to be. She was just a girl kissing a stranger.

Tobin Leith was never supposed to survive the first week. When his older brother's gambling debts spiral out of control, the Saal mafia syndicate comes to collect. They want collateral to keep on a leash until the debt is settled. Tobin volunteers before his brother can speak. Emeric Saal, a dominant underworld boss, is cold, calculating, and bored by almost everything. He accepts the arrangement without emotion. Tobin is just a pawn housed in his guest wing under constant surveillance. Except Tobin refuses to act like a hostage. He stays defiant. On the fourth night, Emeric catches him picking the lock on his office door with a fashioned tension wrench. Emeric simply sits down across from him, lights a cigarette, and says the words that change everything: "I was wondering when you would try." Emeric already knows the truth. Tobin is operating under a hidden identity, actively hunting for revenge. What begins as a volatile cat-and-mouse game quickly twists into a steamy, intense MM romance. Emeric, for the first time in years, is deeply interested in seeing what happens next.

“I’ll let my servants watch as I fuck your cunt right here. And when I’m done… I’ll wipe your blood with this tissue and send it as a present to your father,” Stefano sneered as he pushed me to the bed, his eyes dark in excitement. Gianna Bellini was born a mafia princess. She was spoiled… heavily protected and untouchable. She was supposed to marry her childhood love and unite two powerful families. Instead, war broke out. To stop bloodshed and to save her father from reliving the nightmare that once killed her mother, Gianna agrees to be traded to the most powerful Don in the city. But she is taken before the deal is complete. By Stefano De Caruso. The Don’s son. The man secretly at war with his own father. The only man dangerous enough to dismantle empires. Stefano didn’t want peace. He wanted leverage. And Gianna is his favorite weapon. Now trapped between rival families, father and son, loyalty and desire, Gianna must survive a game where love is weakness, trust is fatal, and possession is mistaken for protection. Because in this war… She isn’t the prize. She’s the battlefield.

They say Paris is a home for love, a home where broken hearts come to heal and lonely souls hope to begin again. A place where the streets carry stories of passion, mistakes, and second chances, and where people arrive believing that somewhere between the cafés, the quiet alleys, and the lights of the city, they might find the love they lost or the love they have been waiting for. But I didn’t just find love. I found a love so forbidden that even the sun had to look away. I did everything according to my checklist. But being fucked every night by my Boss and his step son was never on the list. My name is Elara, and this is my story.

Leah lives with her mother and younger sister, carefully balancing school, work, and responsibility. Her father drifts in and out of her life, bringing nothing but chaos, guilt, and financial strain. Every interaction with him reminds Leah why control matters, why stability must be protected at all costs. Her secret begins with Damien Cross, her best friend’s father. Their connection forms quietly, deliberately, and with full awareness of the line they are crossing. Damien’s dominance awakens something in Leah; she has never allowed herself to explore a desire to surrender, to be guided, to belong. Their encounters are hidden and intense, leaving Leah shaken, fulfilled, and aching for more. Even as desire deepens, Leah understands the danger of discovery and the devastation it would bring. But passion comes at a price. Extra money, watchful eyes, and her father’s greed threaten exposure. One wrong move could destroy everything Leah fights to protect. Owned by My Best Friend’s Father is a dark, addictive romance about forbidden desire, alpha dominance, and the dangerous thrill of surrender. Some loves aren’t safe, but they’re impossible to resist.