Vendida Para O Don

Avertissement : Il s'agit d'une pièce érotique/mature et elle est réservée uniquement à un public mature. Il est conseillé de lire avec discrétion. « Est-ce que tu ressens ça ? » La récolte de cuir a atterri sur ma cuisse, je me suis accroché à ses épaules, incapable de respirer ou d'empêcher mes hanches de broyer leur libération. "Chaque centimètre de toi", sa bouche s'est accrochée à ma gorge. « Le mien. » ______ Arlari Marquez pensait que le retour au Mexique après l'université signifierait un nouveau départ. Mais au lieu de prospérer, elle survit à peine, jusqu'à ce que son anxiété s'effondre une nuit. Son jeune frère, Danny, commet l'erreur de sa vie en volant à Severiano Cortez, le roi de la mafia le plus redouté du Mexique. Tout le monde sait que Cortez ne montre aucune pitié. Surtout quand il s'agit de ses biens précieux. Arlari sait que la vie de son frère est déjà perdue... mais elle intervient. Lorsqu'elle trouve Cortez, elle découvre qu'il ne veut pas de rançon. Il ne veut pas d'argent. Ce qu'il veut... c'est un sous-marin parfait. Quatre-vingt-dix jours. C'est l'accord. Elle se soumettra à lui, corps, esprit et âme, pendant trois mois. En retour, la vie de Danny sera épargnée. Mais que se passe-t-il lorsque l'homme qui exige la soumission devient accro au soumis ? Severiano Cortez se retrouve incapable d'exercer la même brutalité qu'il a montrée à d'innombrables autres. Au lieu de cela, il se démêle sous le poids d'un désir qu'il n'a jamais prévu, un désir qui menace de transformer le prédateur en captif. Et elle ? Plus elle reste, plus elle voit les ombres qui se cachent dans son monde. Parce que le Mexique est un endroit sombre. Et sa domination ? Encore plus sombre.

Depois de renascer. A primeira coisa que eu e minha irmã fizemos foi trocar de casamento. Na vida passada. Eu e minha irmã, Leticia Coelho, nos casamos no mesmo dia. Ela, gentil e recatada, casou-se com o general da Marinha, Marcos Falcão, frio e distante. Por Marcos ter perdido o aniversário de casamento para acompanhar o aniversário da sua primeira paixão, ela quis uma explicação. Ele, porém, afirmou estar de consciência tranquila, e assim os dois entraram numa guerra fria que durou cinquenta anos. Já eu, de temperamento explosivo, do tipo que prefere agir a discutir, acabei casada com o contador de uma fábrica mecânica. O contador era calmo e vivia reclamando que eu falava alto demais e não sabia me arrumar. A cada três dias era uma discussão pequena; a cada cinco, uma briga grande. No fim, brigávamos tanto que ele acabou simplesmente não voltando mais para casa. Em menos de um ano de casamento, nos divorciamos. Ao abrir os olhos novamente, eu e Leticia voltamos ao dia em que nos casamos juntas...

Emilia falls in love with her older brother's best friend, Matthew. However, she is too afraid to express her feelings, fearing rejection. After a night of heavy drinking, she ends up sleeping with him, and the night is passionate, but she gets pregnant without anyone knowing. She leaves New York and moves to Italy, deciding to have no further involvement with her father's mafia business. However, three years later, she has to return for her brother's wedding. She never expected that what seemed to be a happy event for her brother would mark the beginning of all her suffering and struggles. Losing loved ones and reuniting with the man she loves deeply, can Emilia control everything, seek revenge for her family, and find her true love? . . "Emilia, who is the father of the child?" Matthew asked coldly, his gaze dark and filled with anger and jealousy, though no one, not even Emilia, could see it. No one knew that he, too, had always loved Emilia, deeply...

Dois dias antes do Ano Novo, meu namorado, Murilo Santos, decidiu viajar para o litoral... Com a assistente dele. — Tudo bem. — Eu disse, sem brigar, sem chorar. Pelo contrário, ajudei a fazer as malas dele, agindo como se estivesse tudo certo. Ele riu da minha compreensão e soltou, com aquele tom debochado: — Agora que tá grávida, finalmente aprendeu a se comportar... Assim que ele saiu pela porta, fui direto para a clínica. Fiz um aborto. Na minha vida passada, eu tentei usar aquela criança como amarra. Achei que, com um filho, ele ficaria comigo. O que aconteceu? A assistente dele foi brutalmente assassinada na praia. Murilo continuou com aquela máscara de frieza, como se nada tivesse acontecido... Mas quando chegou o dia do parto, ele tirou a própria máscara. Com uma crueldade que nem nos meus piores pesadelos eu imaginava, ele mesmo abriu meu ventre... E matou o nosso bebê. Com as próprias mãos. Foi ali que tudo fez sentido. Ele nunca me perdoou. Nunca esqueceu. Agora que voltei no tempo, só tenho um objetivo: Destruir Murilo. Fazer ele perder tudo.

Nakatanggap ako ng tawag isang araw bago ang aking kasal. "Miss McPherson, may sumira sa venue mo." Nagmamadali akong pumunta sa hotel nang may pagkalito at nakasalubong ko lang ang isang babaeng winwagayway ang wedding photo ko "You homewrecking skank! Inakit mo ang asawa ko at ginastos mo ang pera niya sa kasal na ito!" Naniwala ang karamihan sa kanya at nagkagulo. Pati ang manager ng hotel ay galit sa akin. "Alam ko nang may mali dito dahil hindi nagpakita ang groom! Hindi ka niya tunay na asawa!" Ang mga tao ay marahas na nagkagulo. Sa kaguluhang iyon, nakunan ako. Sa kasagsagan ng aking galit, tinext ko ang secretary ko: [Kanselahin ang kasal, at sipain si Matteo Brando sa aking kumpanya!] Ang kapal ng mukha niya na itago ang kabit niya gamit ang kayamanan ko! How dare she challenge me! Sisirain ko sila!

　　Three years ago, at the very wedding I had meticulously prepared, my fiancé, Vito Rossi, turned the ceremony into a stage to propose to his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. 　　When I dared to confront him, he didn't offer an apology. Instead, he threw me into a subterranean dungeon. Whippings, starvation, and systematic humiliation—I nearly drew my last breath in that living hell. 　　Eventually, I chose to let them go. I walked away and married the man who sits at the absolute peak of the underworld—Lorenzo De Santis, the Godfather of the De Santis family. 　　Three years later, at the San Antonio Docks. 　　I accompanied Lorenzo for a business negotiation, but a sudden matter forced him to step away, leaving his men to receive me. I never expected to run into Vito after three years of silence. 　　Vito and his now-fiancée humiliated me in front of the crowd, even accusing me of being a spy and threatening to arrest me. 　　I turned my gaze toward my husband, who had just arrived—the man who rules the entire Mafia world. I lifted my chin and looked at him. 　　"Lorenzo," I said, my voice steady and clear. "This maniac wants to throw your wife into a dungeon again. How do you intend to handle this?"

[COMPLETED]They say love can be a beautiful thing. But for me, it's a twisted waking nightmare. Edmondo D'Avi, the ruthless Don of the North, doesn't just love me. He has claimed me. And he owns me. And his words? "...I Saved you, so I own you, Cara..." "I hate it, Cara. I hate it all." ".....when men look at you, I'd gouge their eyes out." "If they get too close, I'll pull out my gun." "If they talk to you as much, I'd ensure they’ll never speak again." "I dare you, Cara, to smile at ONE of them, and watch me shoot ALL of them dead..." He also hated the way they admired my red hair, so he dyed it black. And when that wasn’t enough, he cut it off. I, Cara La Rosa, am bound to a psychopath by a single oath I was forced into and dare not break: to become his Donna. I never had the chance to refuse. Possession. Obsession. Manipulation. Lies. Dark truths. Betrayals. Revenge. And all of it that suffocates every single breath I take is tangled with the one thing that keeps me alive: LOVE. I love Edmondo D'Avi. But love isn’t kind. It doesn’t protect. It consumes. Now, I’m caught in a world of ruthless power, where loyalty is a weapon and betrayal is a breath away. The question is no longer whether I’ll survive. It’s whether I’ll lose myself to his darkness... or become the darkness he moulds me to be. In the end, the choices are: Surrender or SURRENDER!

It's supposed to be a punishment, but it ends with me freezing to death in the freezer. My fiance, Carlo Vesta, also known as the heir of the Vesta family, only remembers that I exist three days later. Now, I'm just floating around while watching him hug my frozen corpse, his body trembling violently. I notice how broken his expression is, and soon, I witness him piecing together the truth that I've brought into my grave with me. It's too late, Carlo. But it's fine. I'm right here, watching you. I want to see how you're going to face the truth of you personally locking up the woman you love in her own grave.

I was blamed for a murder I never committed, rejected by my mate, and tortured day and night by my stepbrothers. I was seen as nothing but a mere slave, even though I was the alpha's daughter, a low-ranking wolf with no status—or so I thought. Now the truth is out. I know the murderer, and I have someone who showed me what love truly is. I’ll have my revenge, no matter the cost. — Ava ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I’m sorry I kept the truth from you. I only claimed you because of my own selfish motives, but now, now I’m ready to make amends, and I can only do that if you give me the chance. — Russell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ava Brunk, a low-ranking wolf in the Shadow Pack, suffers abuse and rejection, her powerful wolf dormant after a humiliating betrayal. Saved by Russell Dwayne, a ruthless werewolf and Mafia boss, she’s drawn into his quest for vengeance against her father. As secrets unravel—murder, a hidden Mafia organization, and the untapped power of her wolf tied to the Moon Goddess—Ava rises from slave to warrior, seeking justice. But trust shatters when Russell’s dark past emerges. Now, as Luna, Ava faces new threats: a returning mate and shocking revelations that could change everything. Will revenge and love collide, or tear her apart?

My father cheated. I cut him out of my life. To get my forgiveness, my father put Lucas Moretti, the Don of New York, in my bed. I fell for Lucas, fast. He knew how to play gentle. Night after night, he’d hold me tight, fuck me like he owned me, and whisper how obsessed he was with me. Six months later, I was pregnant. I was the princess of New York's underworld. My father and Lucas gave me everything. They treated me like I was made of glass. But the day of the baby's blessing at the church? They were a no-show. My father said there was family business to handle. Then I got an anonymous link. A wedding. Live. In the video, my father, Lorenzo, was walking his mistress, Carla—the woman who killed my mother—down the aisle, a happy smile plastered on his face. And the other happy couple? My fiancé, and my father's bastard daughter, Sofia. I could hear Lucas’s voice clearly: "Well, Bella used to bully Sofia. I'm just helping her get the justice she deserves... As for Bella, it's time she was unburdened from a life she isn't built for." "I'll take over the Gallo family shares for her," he continued, "so she and our child can live without a care in the world." My father’s voice followed. "Bella’s too much like her mother—ambitious. That’s not a good thing for a woman." As my world shattered, a text from an unknown number lit up my screen: "Marry me, and the child you're carrying will be the sole heir of the Russo family."