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"I need to see you naked. Strip and leave nothing on you" "Excuse me?" "I don't like repeating myself," without hesitation, I did as I was told. I removed all my clothes and my nakedness came to view. "Good girl, now turn around, use your hand and spread your ass." I stretched my ass until my pussy was on full display for him. ************************************************ Camila was kidnapped by the leader of the most dangerous mafia in the county to avenge the attack made on his beloved sister. But things turned around, while keeping her as his prisoner, she fell in love instead of hating her abductor. But will this love survive the chaos thrown on their way? Will she go against her father and choose the love of her life or will she walk away from it all?
Chapter 1
Prologue
Camilla
Today feels like the longest day ever since I was brought into this mansion. If someone would have told me five months ago that I would be living with my father's sworn-enemy, I would have called the person crazy and laughed at their faces.
I have always kept my distance from my father's business, his world isn't one I want anything to do with. Yet, here I am being a prisoner to the mafia king because of his war with my family. It shows how your life can change just in a split without notice.
The first time I saw Carlos, I didn't know what to make of him. That night at the restaurant, he looked exactly how people described him, cold and intense. He didn't say a word to me but he only stared at me in a way no one else had done before. It made my temperature rise and I thought I would never see him again since my father's controlling tactic went from zero to a hundred after that night but I was wrong.
A knock on the door brought me out of my deep thoughts.
"Come in." Becca walked in.
"I want to check on me, you didn't come down for dinner. Kate said you didn't want anything brought upstairs either."
"I am not hungry."
"Mr, Black isn't going to like that you skipped your meal."
This is what annoyed me the most, why does it matter to him? If I don't want to eat, that is my own problem and not his.
"I am tired, Becca. I am going to take a shower if you don't mind."
"At least, let me bring you something light to eat."
"No thanks, I am not in the mood."
It started walking to the bathroom, I didn't wait to see if she had something else to say. It was probably childish of me not to go down for dinner, it was just so upsetting that Carlos Black thinks he can control me like he does to the City. I am not one of his employees or a client, we aren't friends so why does he care?
I turned the shower on, it is one of my favorite rooms in this mansion. I removed the socks on my feet and was immediately heated by the cold tiles. I removed my clothes one at a time, as I dropped my clothes on the floor, it reminded me of two nights ago when Carlos walked in while I was naked in the bathroom.
"Are you enjoying the shower?" He walked into the bathroom, I tried to cover myself but it was pointless since the walls of the bathroom were made of glass.
"Get out of here!" I screamed.
"Why? Are you afraid of what would happen if I stay?" I wanted to scream yes but I won't be admitting that to him.
"You are in my personal space."
He walked towards the shower, he was covered only with the towel wrapped around his waist. How the hell do I miss that?
"The last time I checked, this entire mansion belonged to me." He was almost at the shower door.
"Carlos, go away!"
I covered my breast with one hand and crossed my legs like that is going to stop him from seeing me. He opened the door, the lust and hunger in his eyes woke something up inside me that I can't explain.
"Why?"
He removed the towel from his body and walked into the shower. I couldn't help it and I looked down, I could see how satisfied he was by the smirk on his face.
"Do you like what you see?"
"No!" I took a few steps backwards.
"You are lying, it is written in your eyes." He matches my steps by moving closer.
"Carlos!"
That was the only thing I got to say before he pushed me against the walls and crushed my lips. There was no love, just lust. I wanted to be strong and try to break the kiss but I am not, he did something to me. No man had ever made me feel alive like he does, he finally breaks the kiss, making me feel the loss instantly.
"I am going to wash your hair, get your shampoo." The words sounded harmless but it carried power and I couldn't help but obey him.
"Good girl, wet your hair and turn around." I felt my wetness dripping between my thighs.
The man is infuriating. After he washed my hair, he got out of the bathroom and left. I didn't know if I was relieved or wanted to curse him, the audacity to walk into the bathroom and make me heated up for him and leave me high and dry.
Just thinking about that incident now makes me angry. I think that was one of the reasons why I don't want to go down for dinner. I will not allow him to tell me how I am supposed to live my life. He might have kidnapped me and made me his prisoner but I won't let him get his way.
Carlo Black is the most dangerous mafia king, he takes what he wants without a second thought. Unfortunately for me, I am his latest acquisition and now, I am beginning to see that he would never let me go.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”