Vendida Para O Don

“You want soft?” Marco’s voice whispered against my ears. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the way he leaned over me…one hand braced on the wall, made it impossible. “I’m not soft, Cassandra. I’m not the kind of man who lights candles and whispers pretty lies in bed.” He leaned in, our lips inches apart “Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.” I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.” His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command. “No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.” I hated him. I hated the way my pussy ached for his touch. I hated my body for betraying me for wanting him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me do you want my cock or my collar?” I swallowed hard, “Both.” Marco smiled. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!” **** SEQUEL TO FORCED TO BE THE BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE CASSANDRA’S STORY She was sold to the ruthless mafia don to bear an her for his cold, gay son. But she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.

For five years, Marco Falcone was the perfect man. Or so I thought. The illusion shattered on the night of our engagement party, when his mistress crashed it, a five-year-old boy in tow. The boy ran straight to Marco, crying, "Daddy! Daddy, I finally found you!" It had to be some kind of sick joke. But then Marco turned to me, his voice stripped of all warmth. "This is my son, Leo. A… mistake Sofia and I made five years ago." "Leo is the Falcone heir. I have to legitimize them. That means I'll be engaged to Sofia first." "But Lydia, believe me, I still love you. We can have our engagement party in six months. You're going to be the Donna of the Falcone family. I expect you to be generous and understanding. This is non-negotiable." I laughed, a cold, sharp sound, and slid the engagement ring off my finger. My eyes scanned the room and locked on the man in the corner—Lorenzo Moretti, the most powerful Don in New York. He held another title, one only I knew: the man who’d been trying to make me his. "Don Moretti," I called out, my voice clear and steady. "I find myself in need of a new fiancé. Are you interested?"

“Go on, Grenade. Pull the trigger.” An annoying smirk was plastered on his face, as he leaned on the wall. My heart contracted, and my eyes stung. A click of my gun, and all these would be over. This was the mission I'd worked so hard on. “Wasn't this what you wanted, Grenade? Wasn't this your plan all along, when you snaked into my life, pretending to be who you weren't? Why are you hesitating, then?” “For the last time, Dante, my name is West. Don't ever call me Grenade.” I hissed. He advanced towards me slowly. “I don't care if I die now, Grenade. But don't you ever let the King of Hearts fall into the wrong hands. Give it to me.” His tone was soft, yet there was no denying the order behind it. “You wish.” *** West, the most powerful undercover agent for Lucchese, is suddenly given a mission by her Capo. She is to infiltrate a powerful Mafia group in Italy, and make the boss let down his guard around her. And then, she has to bring back 'The King of Hearts,' a powerful computer program that's capable of destroying, and changing the world. But she must never fall in love with him. However, her mission isn't going to be as easy as it seems. Especially as she unravels the secrets surrounding her birth, discovering that her whole existence is a lie. In the midst of all, the cold hearted West finds herself falling for Capo Dante, the head of the 'Ndrangheta, and her enemy. There was one rule, and one rule only… The King of Hearts must never ever fall into the wrong hands. But…who was the bad guy? (#1 The Mafia Princess Series)

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.

My husband of five years, Eric Vale, came home drunk again. As I laid him in our bed, he murmured, “Don’t worry, my love… I’ll take care of you and our baby.” My heart stopped. Baby? We’d been on birth control since the day we married. There was no baby. I shook him lightly. “What are you talking about, Eric?” He blinked at me, confused, then smiled like nothing had happened. “Hey, babe… did I say something?” The next morning, I checked our joint account. Every month, ten thousand dollars had been wired to a woman named Bella Evers. Yesterday, he sent two hundred thousand more—with a note: I can’t wait for our baby to be born. Bella was Eric’s mistress and was now six months pregnant. So I made one call. “Papa,” I told the most feared Don in the South, “I’m getting a divorce.” I glanced at my sleeping husband. “I want him gone. And I want him broke.”

Colter Giordano, mi prometido desde hace seis años, heredero de la familia Giordano, recibió una bala por una bailarina llamada Mia. No la recibió por mí. Una bala me atravesó el hombro. La sangre, caliente y pegajosa, me manchó el vestido. Pero mi corazón dolía más. Me preguntó si estaba bien. Solo una vez. Luego se apresuró a llevar a Mia al hospital, dejándome sangrando en el suelo. Al día siguiente, la foto de Mia apareció en mi feed de Instagram. Ahí estaba ella, en una suite de lujo del hospital. Colter se estaba desviviendo por un rasguño en su brazo que apenas se notaba. El pie de foto era de solo dos palabras: [Mi Héroe.] Le di me gusta a la publicación. Luego hice una llamada encriptada. —La oferta de la familia Falcone —dije—. La acepto. Consígueme un avión a Sicilia. Tres días.

Uma semana antes da nossa cerimônia de marcação, eu disse a Ethan Stormwind que queria terminar com ele durante a festa de um amigo dele. Todos riram. Todos sabiam que, nos últimos seis anos, o objetivo da minha vida tinha sido me tornar a sua marcada Luna. Faltando apenas uma semana para a cerimônia, como eu poderia querer terminar? Até Ethan achou que eu estava sendo irracional. — Só porque eu preciso levar Selene ao curandeiro para o retorno no dia da nossa cerimônia, você está fazendo birra querendo terminar? — Nós dois somos adultos. Dá para agir com mais maturidade? Você pode simplesmente remarcar a cerimônia. Por que insiste exatamente nesse dia? Eu não tenho tempo para seus joguinhos de ciúme. Eu apenas assenti em silêncio. Sim, algo precisava mudar. Mas não era a data da cerimônia. Era ele. Eu iria aceitar a marca de outra pessoa.

Warning: This is an erotic/ mature piece and it's rated for solely mature audiences. Reading with discretion is advised. "Do you feel that?" The leather crop landed on my thigh, I held onto his shoulders, unable to breathe or stop my hips from grinding out their release. "Every inch of you," his mouth latched onto my throat. "Mine." ______ Arlari Marquez thought returning to Mexico after college would mean fresh beginnings. But instead of thriving, she is barely surviving, until her anxiety comes crashing down one night. Her younger brother, Danny, makes the mistake of his life, stealing from Severiano Cortez, the most feared mafia kingpin in Mexico. Everyone knows Cortez shows no mercy. Especially when it came to his prized possessions. Arlari knows her brother’s life is already forfeit… but she intervenes. When she finds Cortez, she discovers he doesn’t want ransom. He doesn’t want money. What he wants…is a perfect sub. Ninety days. That is the deal. She will submit to him, body, mind, and soul, for three months. In return, Danny’s life will be spared. But what happens when the man who demands submission becomes addicted to the submissive? Severiano Cortez finds himself unable to wield the same brutality he has shown countless others. Instead, he unravels under the weight of a desire he never planned for, one that threatens to turn the predator into a captive. And she? The more she stays, the more she sees the shadows lurking in his world. Because Mexico is a dark place. And his dominion? Even darker.

Se supone que es un castigo, pero termina conmigo muriendo congelada en el congelador. Mi prometido, Carlo Vesta, también conocido como el heredero de la familia Vesta, solo recuerda que existo tres días después. Ahora, simplemente floto alrededor mientras lo veo abrazar mi cadáver congelado, con su cuerpo temblando violentamente. Noto cuán rota es su expresión y, pronto, soy testigo de cómo va armando la verdad que me llevé conmigo a la tumba. Es demasiado tarde, Carlo. Pero está bien. Estoy justo aquí, observándote. Quiero ver cómo vas a enfrentar la verdad de que tú mismo encerraste a la mujer que amas en su propia tumba.

Como a companheira predestinada de Loki Whalen, Alfa da alcateia Darkshadow, eu sempre acreditei que seria sua única Luna por toda a vida. Mas hoje, essa mentira se despedaça. No registro oficial da alcateia, meu nome foi riscado como sua companheira. Em seu lugar está Maya Hemmings, a mulher que ele dizia ter deixado a alcateia anos atrás e que, na verdade, sempre foi seu verdadeiro amor. A verdade é cruel. Nesse instante, a dor excruciante de uma rejeição de vínculo dilacera minha alma. É então que percebo que a fraqueza que senti no último ano não vinha da dor de não conseguir engravidar, mas das consequências do nosso vínculo rompido. Loki precisa da minha poderosa linhagem sanguínea para gerar um herdeiro e salvar a alcateia da praga conhecida como Blight. O que ele não sabe é que, ontem, o curandeiro me disse que estou grávida dos gêmeos que ele sempre sonhou em ter. Já que o amor dele é uma mentira, eu não tenho mais motivos para ficar. Agora, partirei levando comigo seus verdadeiros herdeiros.