Vended To Don Damon

Lillian or Lily Torreltini is an Omega born of an Alpha father, this made her be on her father’s and pack’s bad side as a disgrace and a worthless child, and in order to get rid of her, she gets auctioned off and Sold to Alpha Don, A powerful unmated Alpha Don who suddenly realized that Lily was his mate after he purchased her from an auction house. He forced Lily to become his Luna and he introduced her to his pack, not until his father, the former Alpha of Crimson pack and the leader of their family Mafia organization refused her as his Luna because she's an Omega. And had another She-wolf prepared for him. However, Nikolai isn't ready to give up on Lily, even when she constantly rejects him. He suddenly finds himself obsessed with her. And the powerful Alpha Don would put his life on the line just to protect and make her his.

Chelsea is caught in a web when she is captured by Dylan Cross, the most notorious mafia don of Miami's underworld. But on the surface, he is the sweetheart of the city and a highly generous philanthropist. She tries to escape but all her efforts prove futile. Over time, she accepts her fate and decides to plot carefully on her next escape plan. She also plans to gain his trust and swindle him in the end before escaping. However, she begins to see a side of Dylan that is both endearing and lovable. She is torn in her feelings but she still clings to her plan. Over time, events spiral out of control and put her in an ultimate dilemma. What will she do? Will she fall in love with this devilish mafia don? Or will she go through with her plan to escape?

I never broke eye contact as he slicked his already hard cock up with it. It never did take him long to get hard in my presence, especially after working me open when we had stood under the stream of the shower. Shuffling his ass forward just a little, he pulled me close to help me slowly sink onto his cock. Once my ass was flushed against his lap and he was to the hilt, he sighed, and I could see the exact moment that all the stress left his body. “Thank you.” He whispered. ______ I got pregnant after a sizzling one-night stand. I didn’t know then he was the son of a billionaire mafia Don. That night, he walked over to me with powerful strides that announced to the world, that he owned it. The dim light dancing over his sculptured face, Teased me with a glimpse of perfection. His deep baritone voice vibrated thru my core, and before I knew it, we were back at my place, thrusting into ecstasy. For hours he took me to heaven and back, But on earth, he became cold as ice. Then, without so much as a name, He walked out the door and out of my life. I tried to forget him, Until I got unexpected news from my doctor weeks later. and before I had time to digest the information, I was snatched by two men. Now I’m in the presence of the Don of all Dons, congratulating me on my pregnancy. And the man that took me to heaven, is now tasked to keep me in hell.

Sarian’s life has never been easy, but stripping to keep her sister safe and the bills down was a small price to pay — until Don Julio Rossini walked into the club where she dances. The ruthless mafia lord isn’t just there for a show; he’s hunting her father, who stole something precious from him. Betrayed by a childhood friend and with no escape, Sarian is into Don Julio’s dangerous world, where power is currency, fidelity is fragile, and desire is a must. When Sarian fails to deliver her father, Don Julio offers her a deal, her body in exchange for her family’s safety. But as she fights to reclaim her freedom, she discovers a darker side Don Julio has adversaries who want her just as important as he does but there is something different, Don Julio is in love with her. Trapped in a deadly game of control and temptation, Sarian must decide — submit to Don Julio ’s demands or outsmart him before he consumes her fully.

J'étais une gamine des bas-fonds quand je suis tombée amoureuse de Damon Vitale, le Parrain le plus redouté de Paris. Pendant cinq ans, j'ai été à lui. J'ai encaissé neuf balles pour lui. Il embrassait mes cicatrices pendant que je me vidais de mon sang pour lui. Il me serrait contre lui. Il passait le collier de la reine autour de mon cou. Puis, une fois remise, il me baisait jusqu'à me faire perdre toute notion de moi-même, avec une passion qui donnait l'illusion de l'éternité. Je croyais que nous passerions nos vies ensemble. Je pensais qu'il m'épouserait. Mais lors de notre neuf cent quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième nuit ensemble, il m'a annoncé qu'il était fiancé. À Bianca, une princesse de la mafia issue d'une famille rivale. J'ai avalé mes larmes. Il s'est contenté de m'attraper par le menton, de souffler la fumée à mon visage et de rire. « Tu n'as quand même pas cru que tu pourrais m'épouser, n'est-ce pas, Nora ? Soyons clairs. On baise. C'est tout. Tu n'es pas une partenaire. Tu es une œuvre d'art que je collectionne. Une chatte qui m'appartient. » Une chatte. C'est tout ce qu'il a jamais voulu que je sois. Alors j'ai attrapé un téléphone jetable. « J'accepte ton offre. Trois jours. Sors-moi de Paris. »

"You want me, Davina. You can deny it all you want. I will make you scream the truth." His voice, a guttural purr, slid over my skin, igniting a shameful, undeniable heat. His hot, possessive gaze consumed me, stripping me bare, making my body clench with fear and anticipation. I was trembling, aching, for a man who I should hat. The man that can destroy me. --- The anonymous call pulled Davina Wilson into a nightmare realm of carnal secrets and violence. Summoned to her estranged father's bedside, she found a brutal aftermath reeking of raw power. Malcolm's chilling dismissal and her stepmother's icy glare hinted at a depraved family darkness she'd never imagined. Then came Ezra, a formidable, unapologetically masculine force, unsettlingly aware of a past Davina had erased thirteen years ago—a past he was determined to excavate and brand as his own. Plunged into a dangerous underworld to shield her family, Davina found herself Ezra's captive. He hungered to devour her innocence, seeing a wild, unyielding lust he was determined to dominate and unleash. His possessive interest deepened into an all-consuming claim. He was the alpha predator she should flee, yet the forbidden craving was undeniable. As Davina navigated this treacherous landscape, the lines between captor and savage lover, threat and intoxicating surrender, blurred. An attraction so potent ignited, promising either her ultimate downfall or a dark, exhilarating damnation.

R18 Helen Zachary’s life had always been tranquil and quiet, until one fateful windy evening. She was on her way to her boyfriend’s place to surprise him for his birthday when an unexpected event occurred. She found a young man covered in blood on the road. Helen wanted to help him, so she stepped out of her car and approached him, only to discover that it was a trap. He had pretended to be lifeless so as to make her feel pity for him. Helen was battered by the young man that night, and his companion raped her. Anger was the theme of the day, and she pledged to exact vengeance on the young man, known as Steven Alfredo, a Mafia boss. Steven had just escaped from prison, and he takes delight in seeing others suffer, but after meeting Helen for numerous times, he resolved to be a different person. ‘However, what happens when Helen confuses Steven’s twin brother for Steven? And if his twin falls for her, will she reciprocate the feelings and abandon her plans to exact revenge on Steven?’ ‘And what happens if Steven also falls for her? Who would Helen choose? Steven, his brother or her boyfriend?’

One year ago, Frank Luccasio, the heir to the future Don of Newborough's underworld, saved me when I attempted to commit suicide. He cleared my school debt, admitted my younger sister, Ariana Romano, into rehab, and hired the best doctors in the world to treat my mom's cancer. His only request? I had to become his mistress. I thought Frank was a gift from God—that he was a beam of light illuminating my dark world. When he got ambushed by assassins, I used my body to block the fragments caused by the explosion for him. As Frank scooped my blood-drenched form into his arms, he screamed hysterically, "Isabella!" But… my name was Selena… After I got admitted into the ICU, the real Isabella Messina returned to Frank's life. Knowing that I was just a replacement, I sensibly left Frank, only to be brought back by force. Since then, I became a plaything for the both of them. They humiliated and tormented me incessantly while flaunting their love for each other. Unable to take it anymore, I sent a text to a certain someone and attached a photo to it. "Don Luccasio, the one giving your son head in the photo happens to be your darling wife, Isabella Messina. Those who betray the family must never be forgiven." This time, I would be the one sending Frank and Isabella to hell.

Descubrieron a mi prometido con mi propia hermana la misma noche de nuestra fiesta de compromiso… en una bodega privada, cruzando todos los límites. Mi apellido quedó manchado. Mi nombre, arrastrado por el suelo. Y yo… convertida en la burla de toda la mafia de Chicago. Entonces, como salido de la oscuridad, apareció Don Lorenzo Falcone. Frente a todas las familias, sin titubear, me pidió matrimonio. Con una sola jugada, limpió mi honor… y selló una alianza mucho más peligrosa. Durante cuatro años, me trató como a una reina. Intocable. Intensa. Suya. Pero había algo que él no podía darme: un heredero. Una vieja herida lo condenaba. Hasta este año. Gracias al médico de confianza de la familia… quedé embarazada. Y desde ese momento, su atención hacia mí se volvió obsesiva. Devota. Absoluta. Creí que lo tenía todo. Que ese hombre frío y poderoso era mi salvación. Mi refugio. Mi único aliado. Hasta que una noche… escuché lo que nunca debí. —Jefe, Arabella te ama. ¿Cómo pudiste hacerle esto? —dijo su mano derecha, con rabia contenida—. Manipulaste al médico… cambiaste los frascos… la convertiste en la portadora del heredero de los Moretti. ¿Todo porque Isabella no soportaba el dolor? El bebé nacerá en dos meses… ¿qué piensas hacer? Silencio. Y luego… su voz. Helada. Cruel. —Cuando nazca, Isabella se lo llevará. Es la única forma de asegurar su lugar con los Moretti. —¿Y Arabella? —Le diré que el bebé murió. Mi mundo se rompió en ese instante. —Seguirá siendo la señora Falcone —añadió, sin emoción—. Tendrá todo lo que quiera. Así que eso era yo para él. Un medio. Un cuerpo. Un sacrificio. Mi “protector”… siempre perteneció a otra. ¿Ese hijo que crecía dentro de mí, manchado por su mentira? No lo quería. ¿Y ese matrimonio construido sobre traición? Se terminó.

Yo era la princesa de la familia Hillrose. Él era Blair Falcone, Don de la familia Falcone. Una combinación perfecta. Éramos la pareja de poder de la ciudad de New Horizon, la envidia de todos en el bajo mundo. Hasta tres días antes de nuestra boda. En un momento, estábamos perdidos el uno en el otro, su cuerpo moviéndose dentro de mí, sus labios dejando un rastro de fuego sobre mi piel. Al siguiente, él estaba anunciando tranquilamente: —Flora, hay algo que tengo que decirte. Legalmente, ya tengo una esposa. El viejo me casó con ella hace seis años. Es la hija de un hombre que recibió una bala por él. —Si puedes vivir con eso —continuó—, nuestro matrimonio sigue en pie. Tal como estaba planeado. Lo miré, incrédula. —¿Y yo qué? ¿Qué fueron nuestros seis años? Dio una lenta calada a su puro. —Sé de qué va esto. Entonces, ¿qué vas a hacer? Mi mano se movió instintivamente hacia mi vientre. Él no lo sabía. Iba a contarle mi feliz secreto esta noche: estaba embarazada. Pero ahora, no iba a decirle ni una maldita cosa.