Vise Grip Drawing

Damon Mondragon is a man who has never been denied. As the feared Mafia King, he rules through intimidation, loyalty, and absolute control. Emotions are weaknesses he buried long ago until a woman looks at him without fear, without admiration, and without desire. Dr. Samantha Lopez wants nothing to do with Damon Mondragon. A dedicated and principled physician, Samantha believes in distance, discipline, and professionalism. When fate forces her to treat Damon after a violent incident, she sees only a patient dangerous, arrogant, and morally corrupt. She refuses his money, rejects his influence, and shuts down every attempt he makes to pull her into his world. That refusal ignites something dark. Damon becomes obsessed not with her body, but with her resistance. With the way she stands her ground, challenges his authority, and treats him like a man instead of a king. For the first time in his life, something exists beyond his control, and Damon Mondragon cannot tolerate it. Samantha tries to cut ties, but escape is not that simple. Damon watches from the shadows, intervening in her life under the guise of protection, tightening his grip without her consent. Every move blurs the line between obsession and possession, protection and imprisonment. As enemies close in and danger creeps nearer, Samantha is dragged deeper into a world she never chose. She fights to protect her independence, her career, and her identity while Damon wages a silent war within himself, torn between letting her go and claiming her completely. In a world ruled by violence and power, one truth remains. Damon Mondragon does not love gently. And once his obsession begins, it does not end.

Cinzia, brutalized and sold off after the death of her parents, found herself at the mercy of the ferocious Hybrid King. She lost all sense of reasoning while with him, and even her main goal, which was to avenge the death of her parents. He was known as the Hybrid King, a man of mixed blood, shrouded in mystery. But no one truly knew who he was. Cinzia, in his eyes, was the solution to a problem he had suffered for many years – a possession he acquired on impulse. Despite his treatment of her, her presence in his life was somehow redeeming. Could she succeed in penetrating his frozen heart and curing him of the curse before it was too late? Would she succeed in bringing justice to her dead parents when she found the killer, or would she cower forever in the presence of the Hybrid King, who now more than ever treated her as nothing? ______ "I, Cinzia Aetos, daughter of the slain Alpha and Luna of the Royal wolf tribe, reject all your possible advances, whatever you have in mind..." His anthracite eyes swirled into a dangerous golden color, and his grip on my wrists tightened. "W-what are you doing?" I sputtered. "Let go of me this instant!" "I, Raphael Grace, The Hybrid King, accept you, Cinzia Aetos, as the mate sent by the goddess Selene. I promise to do as I desire with you. I swear on the river Styx and by my father, Zeus, the god of the sky!" The heavens thundered, and I saw a lightning flash in his eyes briefly before he pushed me away from him. What had just happened? He swore and accepted me as his mate?!

"Are you a good girl?" He asked in a husky voice reserved only for her. "Yes." She could barely calm her erratic breathing to squeeze that out. "Yes, What?" He loosened his chokehold on her neck in an uninterested manner, making her squirm underneath him impatiently. "Yes, Alpha!" She moaned as he tightened his grip on her neck, not too much to restrict breathing, but just enough to show who was in control. "Now, tell me what would you like me to do to you. Say it in detail." He leaned closer and his hot breath fanned her ear, sending delicious tingles down her body. What had she gotten herself into? . Zoe Simmons had a good life. She was the Beta's daughter, in love with her boyfriend. She didn't get her wolf at sixteen like normal werewolves which was stressful, but she stayed hopeful. She trained well and was looking forward to a happily ever after. That was until a new girl was introduced to the pack at the weekly meeting and Zoe noticed how her long-term boyfriend, John, couldn't keep his eyes off of her. But that was only the beginning of her troubles. John replaced her father as the next beta and framed him for embezzlement. Began blatantly cheating on her and then broke off their relationship, only to invite her to his engagement. Heartbroken and lonely, Zoe bumped into a mysterious stranger who reeked of power. Read to find where one night of passion can lead to. What happens when one finds their mate but loses them to their own indecision an then has to run after them to seek forgiveness and a second chance?

Cynthia Perin is a 19-year-old art teacher.She is kidnapped by mysterious people and held in a cage in a villa as she walks home from school after class. When Cynthia wakes up, she discovers that her abductor is Carlo Ricci, a wandering young fool she once took in.Carlo regains all his memories and his identity as the head of Mafia North. He turns back into a man full of danger. Carlo takes advantage of his drunkenness to have forced sex with Cynthia in his cage. He violently takes Cynthia's first time. Carlo hates Cynthia for treating him like an abandoned dog and abandoning him at will. He had loved his master-Cynthia Perin so faithfully. Now it's his turn to trap her in the prison of his possessiveness and torture her... And Cynthia is planning to inform Antonio, her former crush, to come to her rescue ...... "I can't give you the freedom to leave with another man! That's my bottom line Cynthia. leave me and I'll kill him!" ...... "No! Don't touch there!" Cynthia shrieked, it was the secret garden in the deepest part of her body.Cynthia could not struggle out of his grip, fear and terror taking over inside. Her sensitive body trembled uncontrollably beneath him. "Cynthia you ARE mine!!!" Carlo muttered in a drunken slur, but his hands kept moving. The warm touch enveloped his icy heart tightly.It was as if this was the only way he could gain what little security he had left. Dangerous lust burns beneath their bellies and the sound of the gang betraying gunfire seems surrounds Carlo. It didn't matter, as long as Cynthia was entirely under his control. It didn't matter...it didn't matter...

His face said it all—the lone scar running down his cheek, a jagged reminder of a past shrouded in blood and violence. His cold, calculating eyes never left me, watching from the window across the street, tracking my every movement like I was nothing more than prey. He was bad news, the kind of danger that should have sent me running. But there was something about him, something dark, that pulled me in—like a moth drawn to a flame. Faith had no idea what she was getting herself into when she first crossed his path. The warnings were clear, the whispers of a bloodthirsty secret that was supposed to be a myth—until she met him. Now, as she feels the grip of his obsession tighten around her, she can’t escape. He’s not just watching her; he’s consumed by her. She could feel it in the way his eyes lingered, in the way he hovered just out of reach, his presence haunting her every step. She should have run when she had the chance. But now, trapped in his world, there’s no escape. Faith is the light in his suffocating darkness, the one thing that keeps him tethered to the edge of humanity. But the question remains—can he control the monster inside him long enough to keep her safe, or will his hunger consume them both? The flame burns brighter. The danger grows closer. And as the nights grow colder, Faith’s only hope is that he can keep his darkest urges in check. Because if he can’t… she will become the next victim of his insatiable thirst.

Bella Adams has a huge crush on her step brother Aiden Fauler, who rose to fame as his company became a success in just a few years. But Aiden never showed much interest in Bella. Misunderstandings pushed Bella into the arms of a very Man, who looked a little like Aiden, but their similarities ended there. He was Kai Deluca, the most powerful Mafia Pakhan ever. He is cold, ruthless, and lack empathy. When Bella claimed that she likes him one drunken night, he was intrigued. He took her innocence, and she offered it gladly. Will she find out that the man she is sleeping with is a mafia man? .... Bella was stunned to see Aiden in the arms of his secretary one afternoon when she went to visit him. "Aiden, Ms.Adams is interested in you. Wouldn't she feel bad if she sees us this way" the sultry voice of the secretary rang loudly and pierced Bella's heart like daggers. "I don't like her at all. She is a girl and I like beautiful women like you" with that, the room filled with their kisses. Bella ran away from there with a broken heart. ........ "Aiden, I didn't push her" Bella insisted. "Enough " but Aiden refused to listen that Bella is innocent and she didn't push Grace. .... "Do you know who i am?" Kai demanded a very drunk Bella who jumped into his arms mistaking him for Aiden. "You are the man i like" Bella confessed loudly, infront of everyone. Kai's grip on her tightened. "Then don't regret this" he muttered before carried her away before claiming her as his own.

My throat burned as he wrapped his hand around it, his grip was firm but not crushing—cold steel pressed against my neck, the knife. I gasped, my bag slipping from my shoulder. It hit the ground with a dull thud, spilling open, and my book tumbled out. He glanced down, bent, picked it up, and flipped it open. His eyes skimmed the page. Then his mouth curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile, a dark smirk, like he knew exactly what I had been reading. And worse, he saw the notes. My handwriting in the margins, messy lines of ink: God, I wish someone would ruin me like this. I shouldn’t like it, but I do. Imagine the knife on me instead. Heat exploded in my face. I wanted the ground to swallow me. His eyes lifted back to mine, and I couldn’t breathe. ***** I was just a college freshman, lost in dark romance novels and fantasies of forbidden love. But my life took a deadly turn when I stumbled upon a mafia boss's secret in a dimly lit alley. Little did I know, the killer I witnessed would become my professor, and my obsession would become my downfall. Now, I'm trapped in a game of cat and mouse, where the stakes are higher than I ever imagined. My obsession grows with every passing moment, and I'm forced to confront the shadows within myself. But not everything is what it seems. What begins as an obsession may turn into something far more dangerous….. like revenge.

"I am your master, I own you. Until your father is able to pay me what he owes, you are just a body for me to fuck and dispose of as soon as you give me an heir" His grip on my chin grew more hurtful as he said those words to me. His menacing scowl made him look like he would want want nothing more than to kill me on the spot. "I am going to pay you back, Tell me how much he owes you right now and I'm going to pay everything back, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I scream as hard as I can into his face. My hand balling into a fist. His head snapped back as he erupted into a wicked laughter, you think you can pay me what your father owes me?" He released my chin then moved to steps backward. His voice dropped to a whisper, vibrating with restrained anger as he continue to speak, "I dare you to try. Your father owes me half a million dollars, but since you have decided to take on this debt, I give you a month." Rue; Freedom was everything I have ever yearned for, a time when I can finally breathe a breath of relief, a time when I can finally be relieved of the burden of my alcoholic, selfish and gambling addicted father. Until my father sold me to the ruthless mafia Don, Alessandro Vanillin as a payment of five hundred thousand dollars. It was stupid of me to think I was better away from my father.

My lips trailed his soft cheeks to his ears and I bit softly on his lobe while my hand moved to the back of his dark tendrils. My fingers ran through them, giving a slight tug and they were just as soft as I imagined.  My free hand trailed down his grey jeans, stopping at his crotch and I placed a soft grip, earning a moan. "What was it you said again?" I rubbed him through the fabric, his cock turning harder. My face remained nonchalant like wasn't openly groping and caressing his cock.  "I think they went around the lines of not being attracted to me." I let out a chuckle at the irony. "I never said that," he voiced between a whimper and a groan With one hot breath, I mumbled easing into his lips, "but you thought it. Insinuated it."  His hand crept up my neck as he pulled me closer, leaving no space between us. "Never," he growled. The kiss was rough and wild, expressing the attraction we had bottled up. It was only a matter of time till it exploded, leaving us with raging hormones and unsatisfied, throbbing, and aching bodies. My hands slipped into in his pants as I rubbed his hard cock, getting moans of pleasure from him as I gave soft strokes. I was ultimately immersed in the kiss that I didn't realize he had gained back control. He pushed me harshly, his hand moving over his cherry-stained lips as he gave a swift wipe. All he said was one word. One word that meant absolutely nothing to me but coming from him, shattered me. "Slut."

By a twist of fate, my husband, Morgan Lancaster, and I perish together in a sea of flames. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the very day we received our marriage certificate. In my previous life, we appeared to be a loving couple in the eyes of others, yet Morgan refused to share a bedroom with me the entire time we were married. It was only moments before our deaths that I discovered I was merely a substitute for his first love and that he had chosen to remain chaste for her for life. After getting another chance at life, neither of us mentions the past. Instead, by mutual understanding, we file for divorce that same day. From that point on, we go our separate ways. Eight years later, Morgan shows up arm in arm with his childhood sweetheart, Freya Springer, at a business summit. He is now a prominent and celebrated rising star in the business world. Seeing me dressed in a plain outfit, he approaches with a glass of champagne. His tone drips with mockery as he asks, "Ms. Smith, even if you still have feelings for me, there's no need to dress like a waitress just to get close to me. You aren't hoping for a reconciliation, are you?" I say nothing and simply smile as I wave at someone in the distance. My son, Theo Coltrane, toddles over and tugs at the hem of my shirt. "Mommy, Daddy says that he's tired from waiting so long. When are you coming home with us?" The smile on Morgan's face freezes instantly, and he nearly loses his grip on the glass in his hand.