Book one of the temptation series AND ISN'T A STANDALONE ❦︎𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❦︎ ❦︎𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞?❦︎ ❦︎𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫❦︎ We were 'hate' fucking. I hid my gun underneath the bed because I don't fully trust him. He is unpredictable. I moaned, not able to hold back the way that made me feel and as I slowly recovered from it, he spanked me one last time before he pulled out. He stood up, grabbed his scattered clothes all over the room as he pointed a finger " Don't forget that, this doesn't change anything between us " I lifted myself unable to move due to the ache between my legs. He instantly pinned my naked body to the wall, a hand cupping my throat with a tight grip whilst he placed the other beside the left side of my head on the wall. I gasped with shock."You are mine to fuck.My enemy and mine alone." He demanded with a husky voice. He put on his black shirt and I take the chance to tug him, our lips inches apart. "If I am yours, then you are mine" I mumble slowly. He smiled at himself, his dimples appearing.

"You will tell me everything I want to know beautiful," He whispered and bit the soft flesh near my neck. "Go fuck yourself," I said in a breathy voice, unable to resist the flames his touch lit inside me. He chuckled darkly and a sly smirk decorated his handsome face. "Why would I do that when I can fuck you instead, baby?" He replied and used his large, rough hand to pinch my nipple through his thin black shirt. Holy moly! ✧･✧･✧･✧･✧･✧ |𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞| a young woman who was chased by her demons and her past. She was supposed to be a queen with cuffs and chains tied around her, but she refused this fate and kept on running. Even after so many hardships and pain, she is still unbroken but is it the real truth? |𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐃𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬| a ruthless, powerful, multi-billionaire and one of the biggest and most feared men in the underworld. He was a merciless king, a ruthless ruler, and a great fighter. He wanted to see the downfall of his only rival and now he had found a way to do so. What will happen when their paths meet? Will there be fireworks or explosions? _________ ❦ _________ Happy reading♡ Mature 🔞

It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ I lifted my head up weakly and saw Elliott's deep green eyes gazing at me through my wet lashes. The madness and craziness in his eyes only made more tears stream down my cheeks. He was a complete psychopath. "Don't close those pretty eyes when I am making love with you, amore. Look at me, your husband." He rasped out and pounded inside me again, sending a painful jolt throughout my body. When was this going to finally end? I can't take this agonizing torture anymore. Tears blurred my hazy vision and a strangling sound left my throat when Elliott wrapped his hand around my throat. He was choking me mercilessly. I gasped for air and begged him to let me go but like always, he never did. He will never let me go. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on my jaw before we both came at the same time, his seeds filling my insides. I thought maybe this was the end, but he had other plans. He flipped me on my stomach, earning a whimper from me and whispered huskily near my ear, "Let's go for round two, shall we, my love?" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #4 in Manipulation #5 in Plottwist #5 in Character Development #7 in Billionaire #7 in Hurt ● The first few chapters contain some plot holes and errors, but as you read more, the chapters will get significantly better with prope

THIS BOOK IS DARK AND VIOLENT. SOME SCENES MAY BE DISTURBING, MATURE THEMES PRESENT THROUGHOUT. ***this book has gone through some storyline changes from chapter 6 onwards *** ~~ Places, names and locations are made up throughout. Google translate was used in writing of this book, apologies if translations are wrong.~~ My mind wonders and I stand brushing the shoulder of the man that infatuated me, beckoning him to follow as I flutter my eyes. Trailing my hand over the wall of my new home, I glance over my shoulder biting my lip enticing him. I continue my trial until he pins me to the wall, my nostrils burning from the smell of his liquor riddled breath. "You are to beautiful to be shared by one man" his tongue flicks along his lips as his Russian accent penetrates my ears. I smile to him and lean close "Show me what man I really should be sharing my time with .." Sliding under his arm and pulling him by his suit to my private office. Inside his lips crash to mine as he carries me to the desk, demanding instant access to my woman hood I tsk at him pushing him back "On your knees" I demand as he drops, a smile spreading across his lips watching me slowly lift my skirt. He grabs my thighs hard "With pleasure, Princess" I watch him trail kisses up my thighs then as he goes for my center, I crush my thighs to his head and twist my hips snapping his neck. Watching as his lifeless body falls to my freshly polished wooden floor. "para mi familia, pedazo de mierda" spitting on his lifeless form I snap from my dream to clicking near my ear "stai bene moglie?" (Are you well wife ?) He whispers close and I nod. A satisfied grin fills my face as I raise a glass to my familes assissin, tilting my head "tu tiempo llegará"(your time will come) muttering under my breath, watching the man nod back. #3 woman power 19/03/2022 #1 sexscenes 16/06/2022 #16 Romance 16/06/2022 #10 Gory 19/06/2022 #14 Violince 19/06/2022 #12 Multicultural 18/06/2022

Grace, a beautiful and innocent 21-year-old mafia princess, dreads her debutante ball, knowing it will be filled with suitors vying for her hand in marriage. Instead of reveling in the festivities, she seeks solace in the gardens of her New York estate as she gazes at the stars from a secluded gazebo. It is there, under the cloak of night, that she first encounters Santino, the handsome and dangerous king of the Italian mafia. Drawn to her ethereal beauty, Santino interrupts her solitude, his presence radiating power and a darkness that both frightens and intrigues her. Thus begins a captivating game of cat and mouse, with Santino pursuing Grace through the labyrinthine gardens. Santino becomes utterly obsessed with Grace, captivated by her innocence and spirited nature. Grace, initially wary, finds herself increasingly intrigued by Santino's dangerous allure and the intoxicating thrill of the chase. Despite the inherent danger, she finds herself falling deeper and deeper, drawn to the dark depths of his soul and the possessive fire in his eyes. Their forbidden romance blossoms amidst the backdrop of their dangerous worlds, a delicate dance between light and darkness, innocence and sin, as Grace navigates her growing feelings for the man who could either be her salvation or her ultimate destruction. 🕷️💀🦋🕷️💀🦋🕷️💀🦋🕷️💀🦋🕷️💀🦋 His lips curve into a sinful smile, and I swear I can feel the heat of it on my skin. He notices the slight unevenness of my breathing, the way my chest rises and falls a little too quickly. He traces his fingers down my neck, feeling for my racing pulse, a subtle marker of my fear and desire. "One minute I'm kissing those perfect lips," he says, his voice thick with promise. "The next..." His expression transforms, the light in his eyes dimming dramatically, replaced by a chilling coldness. "I'm ripping someone's throat out."

Karmen Morales, 21. She's lost her Parents, her only brother, and just found out she's going to be a single mother after having a one night stand with with someone without even knowing his name. How will she react when six years later the man comes back into her life and reveals he's the leader of the Italian mafia, Luca Vitale. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "You know for all those years I couldn't get you out of my head." He says pulling his shirt off his shoulders, leaving me speechless. "I thought about how you looked, how you sounded, how you felt." He said pushing me down so I'm laying on my back. He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He holds one of my legs up, leans down and kisses my inner thigh. "ho pensato a come hai assaggiato" he said, kissing higher and higher up my thighs. (i thought about how you tasted) He reaches my underwear and slips his fingers under the straps. He presses his thumb against my clit causing me to gasp. "You're so wet for me tesoro." He says, causing me to blush. He pulls his hand away and pulls my panties down my legs, leaving me completely exposed. He spreads my legs gently with his hands before kneeling down and placing a wet kiss right on my clit causing me to shudder. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Chapters with (☑️) equal smut. **STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND LANGUAGE READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED** (Comments that involve any kind of kink shaming will be deleted. ) Much love -the author ❤️ ----------------------------------------------------------------- 10k reads- 08/31/21 20k reads- 09/24/21 30k reads- 10/07/21 40k reads- 10/13/21 50k reads- 10/30/21 60k reads- 11/22/21 70k reads- 12/15/21 80k reads- 1/1/22 90k reads- 1/11/22 100k reads!!!!!- 1/23/22 200K READS!!!- 4/25/22 420k READS!!!- 5/20/23

In a world ruled by power, danger, and blood, a ruthless mafia man finds himself torn by an emotion he never thought he could feel-love. But the woman who stirs his heart isn't a glamorous beauty or someone from his world of crime. She's simple, ordinary... and engaged. Forbidden by circumstance yet irresistible to his soul, their lives become entangled in a dangerous game of desire, loyalty, and fate. Will he risk everything to claim a love that was never meant to be, or bury his feelings in the shadows of the underworld? ❗ DISCLAIMER ❗ ꗃ This story is a pure fiction it doesn't have any connection with idols don't take it seriously it's just for an entertainment purpose ꗃ Don't repost or copy my work ⚠️ ꗃ Like comment share it motivates me to write more obsession craziness possession darkstory slow-burn This story is my original work. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt it without my permission. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental

BIG DISCLAIMER: I wrote this book when I was a CHILD. The MC's are underage. If it makes you uncomfortable, please DO NOT read. This book is still up due to it being a comfort book, outside the smut. It touches on mental health and can be relatable. PLEASE, THIS IS A WARNING! THEY ARE UNDERAGE. "let me tell you something, darling. you've unlocked a side of me, even I fear. but since you want to keep me up all night, challenging me, he's gonna show up at some point." Mateo whispers, huskily into my ear, gripping my neck. "what are you talking about?" I whisper. "like how I show no mercy when killing someone. I can also show no mercy in bed. you're not sensitive, so you should be able to take the degrading. right, Tesoro?" he asks, i nod. "you know it's not true though. you know I love and cherish you, beautiful," he says slowly. "right?" "mhm." I nod. Mateo slowly starts speeding up his thumb, on my clit. "right. now I know, my Tesoro isn't so vanilla and innocent. So tell me, love. do you have any kinks?" the question catches me off guard. do I? "ya," I mumble. "I want you to list them," he whispers, I can hear the smirk on his face. "bondage, CNC- shit- dirty talk, uh-um, choking, degrading, stimulation. fuck i can't think," I mumble. "you've said my favourites, but have you ever heard of darcyphilia?" he asks, slowly entering his finger again. "n-no." I stutter. "well, I want to fuck you, overstimulate you, edge you, until you're in tears, chanting your safe word." _________________________________ ⚠️ I WON'T CONSIDER THIS BDSM, BUT IT DOES CONTAIN HEAVY SMUT⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE TEEN PREGNANCY⚠️ ⚠️EVERYTHING OTHER THEN THE MAFIA CULTURE AND RACIAL CULTURES ARE FICTION⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS CONSIDERED 18+ BUT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT... I AIN'T YOUR PARENT. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU⚠️ ⚠️YES THE GIRL IS ON BIRTH CONTROL FROM THE GET-GO⚠️

As he leaned in closer, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face and his tempting lips mere inches away from mine. Our eyes locked onto each other, unable to look away as the tension between us grew stronger. We both knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. His tone was low and intimate, "Ana, there were times I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. It wasn't just missing an old friend; it was missing you. I didn't realize how much you truly meant to me until you were no longer around. Life felt duller without you." His lips brushed against mine in a kiss that felt both familiar and the appeal of an uncertain future. The world around us disappeared, leaving only the heartbeat of a moment that whispered of what could be. His lips were a perfect combination of softness and a hint of rough passion. His muscular arm encircled my waist, pulling me into his lap. Our lips moved together as if they were made for each other. Dante's warmth, coupled with the musky undertones of his cologne, enveloped my senses. A surge of desire awakened a long-forgotten greed, a craving I hadn't felt in years. Every subtle collision of our chests sent a shiver through me. Beneath the fabric of my shirt, my nipples hardened under my shirt. Each brush of his lips ignited a cascade of tingles, electrifying sensations that traveled every inch of my body. Stifling a moan became a battle against the ripples of pleasure he effortlessly stirred within me. As we pulled away, I met Dante's eyes, his eyes held a depth of longing, a silent plea for more. I only could hope that the same didn't show within mine. The line between friendship and something more had blurred. Our eyes met in a shared acknowledgment. Emotions of embarrassment and guilt collided within me, an internal lecture echoing amidst the tense air. "Dante," I began, my voice a whisper, "You need to take me home." #1 in possessive 6/16/24