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I am Eliana Torre, the Consigliere for the Caputo Famiglia. In Deyork, a city controlled by the mafia, everyone calls me Ice Lady. They say I am the first love of many MadeMen, that I clawed my way out of the slums with sheer ability, and am just one step away from the Don of the Caputo Famiglia, Lorenzo Caputo. Only I know that for the past three years, all my hard work and persistence have been just for one goal. I want to be promoted to Senior Consigliere so that I can be worthy of Lorenzo, who is my secret boyfriend. I believe we are in love. We share so many private moments of tenderness, like the late-night embraces in the apartment, the warm breakfast that suddenly appears on my desk, and the way he quietly protects me at business dinners. Until one day, my private photos spread throughout the entire company. I go to Lorenzo for help, but outside his office, I overhear a conversation. "Lorenzo, you casually send out Eliana's intimate photos, and all her efforts over the years are wasted. She can't compete with Fiore for Senior Consigliere anymore. "But I don't get it. Eliana is so beautiful. Even if you are not attracted to her, why do you keep having your brother sleep with her in your place?" It turns out that from the very beginning, Lorenzo is with me only to pave the way for my rival, Fiore Marotta. Even the intimate moments at night are carried out by his younger brother, Vincenzo Caputo, in his place. Tears run down my face. I wipe them away and unlock my phone to buy a ticket to Grayland. Then, I start drafting my resignation letter. I will never, ever return to this city full of deception.

"Crawl to me, Amber... Let me feel how tight that virgin cunt is. Prove your father didn’t lie.” "Make me do it... You blind bastard!" He doesn’t see the world. He owns it. Zeden Vercetti is a blind mafia don feared across continents—ruthless, unyielding, and lethal with or without his sight. Once a husband. Still a father. But love? That died with his wife. Now his world revolves around power, blood, and pleasure... on his terms. When Amber’s father trades her off to clear a dirty debt, she finds herself trapped in a nightmare—a palace of wolves ruled by the most dangerous one of all. Zeden doesn’t want a bride. He wants obedience. He wants her mouth screaming, her legs spread, her pride shattered. She thought she’d be his wife. He says she’s just a fucktoy. A virgin to break. A slut to train. But Amber isn't built to bend. And Zeden has never met a girl who fights back, tempts him, confuses him... and maybe awakens the parts of him he swore were dead. In a mansion filled with guns, secrets, and scars that don’t fade, one virgin girl is about to face the beast. And Zeden? He’ll make her crawl. Will she survive the dark kingdom of the Vercettis—or will she become the fire that ruins him? Viewer Discretion Advised 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🔞🔞 ☠️This book contains intense, dark themes: Dominance & submissionVirgin training, rough sex, threesomes, and BDSM Raw, explicit, and unfiltered sexual content Violence, trauma, emotional manipulation. 10% plot. 90% sex. And Sin. A possessive blind mafia don with a broken past and a dangerous heart. Read at your own risk. Not for the faint-hearted. Not for the soft. If you dare enter Zeden Vercetti’s world… be ready to bleed.

WARNING : This book contains hot,slutty, dirty, wild sex.🔞 “Spread your legs as wide as you can, flower and let me inside you.” I sucked in a breath as he grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head. “Yes, Daddy.” “Good girl,” he whispered against my ear, his teeth grazing my skin before he slipped his thumb between my parted lips. “Suck.”His voice was a dark purr against my ear as his teeth sunk into the curve of my neck before he slid his thumb into my mouth. I closed my mouth around his finger, my tongue tracing him as he slammed hard into my pussy , his rough pace forcing a cry from me. My back arched helplessly and my body trembled under his control, until I was panting hard. His mouth claimed mine in a deep kiss as he whispered, “Mine. Every part of you is mine.” ** ** ** ** ** Eliana Ashcroft’s world shattered in a single night—her dreams and her whole life ripped away by betrayal. Now she’s broke, desperate, and clawing her way back. A job at Blackwell Enterprises is supposed to be her salvation until she walks into the office and meets the man behind the empire—Theodore Blackwell. Her best friend’s father. A walking sex god. Only this time, the way he looks at her is sinful and possessive. Soon the lines of professionalism blur into obsession. By day, Theodore is her ruthless billionaire boss. By night, he’s the man who ruins her body for any other man so hard she is dripping with his cum. When the truth comes out—when her best friend discovers what’s been happening behind those locked doors—Theodore will have to choose between the empire he built and the forbidden woman he can’t live without.

His hand slid down, under my shorts, finding me wet. He groaned, “Fuck, Bella…” He slides two fingers inside me, fucking me slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit. I whimpered. He kissed me quiet. “You're so wet,” he whispered. “Are you thinking about Noah? Or me?” “Both,” I admitted. He growled low in his throat, dropped to his knees, pulled my shots down, and spread my thighs. His mouth found my pussy. I cried out, running my hands through his hair. He licked long slow strokes, then sucked my clit. Fingers still pumping inside me. ## House Of Forbidden Desire mixes wild adventure with very intense, forbidden desire. It’s not just another drama. You follow this glamorous, powerful family, "the Maxwells," as they get pulled into a dangerous, mysterious world full of secrets, hidden obsession, and steamy temptations that test every relationship. ## Isabella, the youngest daughter, is caught in a web of temptation. Never meant to see what she saw that night. Her powerful father. In a stolen moment by the pool with the caretaker’s daughter. A truth that should have stayed hidden. This single moment changes everything. And she isn't the only one who saw. Her seductive stepmother draws her closer than is safe using her as a bait. Her step-twin brothers cross lines they swore they never would. A perfect sister risks her marriage for a secret affair. Her Brother abroad returns with sibling fantasies he can no longer hide and wishes to fulfill. An uncle’s charm masks intentions that could destroy the family. Sasha, Isabella’s best friend, hides jealousy behind friendship. A silent observer records every secret, ready to burn the family down. When temptation is fully unleashed… Who survives the fire?

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don’t know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won’t.* *Fingers, tongues, and c*cks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ “Spread wider, Angel,” Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. “Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. “Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn’t matter how hard I pound—she’ll still take more. She’s fucking built for it. Our c*cks.” I begged desperately— clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this— three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. ZIVEN. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. ZAREK. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. ZANE. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they’re my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking… I’ll have to choose between revenge—and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

His sharp intake of breath hit her, gaze dragging over her breast to her mound. Every part of her body his dark, hungry gaze touched, burned. His voice was deeper than any she'd ever heard. “On the couch.” She obeyed. She made her way to the couch and sank into the plush cushions. “Spread your legs.” She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. A frustrated groan left Jason's lips and Anna jumped at the sound. Before she could blink, she was pushed back on the couch, Jason's lips over hers. His hands grazed her nipples, and he shoved her thighs apart, settling between them. He took her breast into his mouth sucking until sparks shot to her core. "Jason—" she gasped, desperate. ******** Anna was supposed to be enjoying her sister’s wedding after-party, not stuck in a locked car with the groom’s infuriating older brother. Jason Knight—best man, shameless flirt—had been under her skin since they met for rehearsals, and now, in her space. He wasn’t supposed to make her skin heat with one touch. And she wasn’t supposed to end the night tangled in bed with him. One night. That’s all it was meant to be. But what Anna doesn't know: Jason isn’t just her brother-in-law’s maddeningly smug brother, he’s the boy she once humiliated in high school—the one who never forgot, and he’s spent every one of the years after changing everything about himself. Now, he's back with a grudge, a memory that cuts deep, and a plan. Twenty-one days. One dangerous game. Anna is about to learn that some grudges don’t fade, they smolder and ignite. When old wounds collide with white-hot chemistry, will revenge blur into something even more dangerous? or will it be their ruin?

" Strip " He commanded loathly. His voice cold as ice! Daciana's amber eyes stared at him in mortal terror. Terrified, scared and petrified. " I hate repeating myself female, undress yourself " he added icily. Daciana forced back the tears that threatened to fall. She has never seen a raw hatred for her in any wolf's eyes than she is seeing in Alpha Connor's eyes. Fear slid through her, her hand trembled as she undress herself. Her eyes sting with tears . He walked closer to her and ripped her top into pieces exposing her firm leaving her fully . Lust, desire and hatred filled his eyes. " Get on the bed, lie on your back, spread your legs wide and face up " Her legs warbled on the floor taking herself to the bed. No amount of tears will stop him from hurting her. Again, she did as instructed preparing her mind for what is to come. She heard riffles of clothes tearing and soon, she felt him between her legs. She stiffened at his touch! His touch were as cold as his eyes. His rub her legs as if looking for something. She could hear him growl, his big muscular body blanketed hers. His laboured breath burned her neck. Finally, he found the he was looking for and with no warning, he into her aggressively. For the first time in a long time, Alpha Connor half shift into his rouge. He allowed his beast take over completely. He is not promising not to hurt her. He excessively pinned her down, his rouge snarled, his thrusts into her became harder just the way his eyes morphed into different dark colours. She is his mate yet, his hatred for her is raw and deep. The Alpha king's tower was silent, only the painful screams of a female and the loud snarl of the Alpha was heard in the tower.

The news spread quickly—my mate, David Jonson, had been promoted to Tactical Analyst and was heading to Texline to take on a new assignment. He proudly shared the news with every member of the pack—everyone except me, his mate. I was the only one he hid the truth from. Why? Because in his eyes, I wasn't a smart mate. My wolf had been badly damaged in the past, so I had a poor memory and I tended to be clingy constantly, something he looked down on with disdain. "I'm really grateful to my best friend, Commander Johnson, who governs in Texas, for recommending me so I could get this promotion." I overheard him say to someone. "As for Pearl? That clingy she-wolf who follows me everywhere—there's no need to tell her. She'll come to Texline looking for me anyway." Hearing his words, I was excited—finally, a chance to prove I had a sharp memory after all. I stormed to my room and began packing my clothes. David had always made decisions without me, often leaving me behind. But this time, I would leave first. I would get to Texline before him, and when he arrived to find me already there, he'd be shocked at how clever I could be. But the next day, when I arrived at the airport, my confidence crumbled. I stood at the counter, suddenly blank. I couldn't remember where I was supposed to go—Texline, Texas, or Tennessee? My damaged memory failed me again. The last flight to Texas was about to depart, and the impatient airport staff didn't want to wait for me. She rolled her eyes and was about to close the gate. Worried I might miss the flight, I gave her a pleading smile and said, "Texas, Miss. I'm going to Texas."

Layla Xander was gravely ill, with little time left. From that day forward, she had a revelation—when confronted with life and death, nothing else mattered. Selfish, leeching family members? She cut them off. A fiancé who proposed one day and cozied up to her 'good sister' the next? Out of her life. With nothing holding her back, she was finally free. Rumors about her slowly began to spread through her social circle. “Miss Xander has landed herself a wealthy benefactor.” “Miss Xander was seen vacationing with a young heartthrob.” “Miss Xander’s fortune has skyrocketed. She’s throwing around millions like it’s nothing.” Later, when the truth came to light, those who had abandoned her were left in tears, begging for forgiveness. Her leeching parents wept, “You’ll always be our sweet daughter. Come back home, won’t you?” Her scumbag ex-fiancé pleaded, “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved. Please, give me another chance.” But it was too late! A man stepped in, blocking everyone from getting near her. His face was cold and menacing as he growled, “Anyone who dares disturb Miss Xander again will leave here with broken legs.” And then, later still, that same man—once so untouchable and feared—knelt on one knee before her. His voice was deep and unwavering. “Whether in life or death, you’ll always be mine.” … William Lucas never claimed to be a good man. As the head of an elite and powerful family, his path had been paved with blood, and his decisiveness struck fear into anyone who dared cross him. No one could have guessed that this untouchable figure, feared by all, had been hiding away a tender place in his heart—for a girl. A secret he had carried for eight long years. Every ounce of gentleness he had was reserved solely for her.

🔥🔥Warning – 18+ Only This story is full of raw passion, steamy romance, and tantalizing tension. By turning these pages, you confirm you are 18 or older and ready to be seduced by a world of pleasure, desire, and temptation. Read responsibly… welcome to an erotic world. He touched her in ways she didn’t understand but craved. Every movement, every kiss, every whisper made her shiver. His hands slid down her gown and tore off her panties. Spreading her legs as his face went straight to her pussy like he was starving. And goodness, that was just the beginning His tongue hit her like a rocket She screamed like a slut… She never knew she could scream like that. She had never been with anyone like him. She didn’t know what she was doing… but somehow, that didn’t matter. He took control, and she allowed him to. His tongue didn't just lick, it devoured her pussy, slowly and deep. Like he was memorizing every part of her body. “Fuck..” She cried her nails dug deep into the leather seat of the car, her legs shaking as he spread them wider shoving his two fingers into her without hesitation. After a brutal breakup that left her questioning her worth, Isabella Hart swore she’d never let another man make her feel small again. Her ex’s final words still echoed in her head... that she couldn’t satisfy him, that she didn’t even know what real pleasure was. So when a night out to forget turns into something wild, reckless, and unforgettable, Izzy doesn’t think... she just feels. One stranger. One night. One taste of what it means to lose control. He was dominant, commanding, intoxicating… and she never even got his name.