To strengthen the alliance between two powerful mafia families, Isabella and Luca are forced into an arranged marriage. Their families, long-time friends and allies in the complex world of organized crime, hope this union will solidify their bond and secure their futures. However, Isabella and Luca have always been rivals, their competitive nature and constant clashes well-known to both families. Initially distrustful and resentful of each other, they must live under the same roof to present a united front. As they navigate the dangerous and treacherous world of organized crime, they are forced to confront their differences and the simmering tension between them. Amidst power struggles, betrayal, and looming threats from outside forces, Isabella and Luca discover that their shared fate might be more intertwined than they ever imagined.
The night was alive with the city's electric pulse. A sleek black limousine glided through the bustling streets of Milan, its windows tinted, offering a veil of anonymity to its occupant. Inside, Anya, a strikingly beautiful woman with a body that could launch a thousand ships, was a vision of calculated allure. Her destination was the Excelsior, a titan of Milanese luxury.
As the car pulled up to the hotel's imposing facade, Anya stepped out, her presence commanding attention. The hotel, a masterpiece of neoclassical architecture, stood as a testament to opulence. Its facade, bathed in warm golden lights, mirrored the city's vibrant energy.
A uniformed attendant, his bearing as polished as the brass buttons on his coat, approached Anya with a deferential bow. "Welcome to the Excelsior, madam," he said, his voice smooth as velvet. "How may I assist you?"
Anya offered a dazzling smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of confidence and calculation. "I'd like to see Mr. Luca Moretti," she replied, her voice low and husky, carrying a hint of a seductive purr.
The attendant's expression remained impassive, but his eyes flickered with curiosity. "Certainly, madam. Do you have an appointment?"
Anya paused, feigning surprise. "An appointment? No, I believe Mr. Moretti is expecting me."
The attendant hesitated, clearly unsure how to proceed. He glanced at Anya again, taking in her striking appearance and the aura of confidence that surrounded her. Finally, he nodded. "Very well, madam. If you would please wait in the lobby, I shall inquire about Mr. Moretti's availability."
Anya nodded gracefully, her eyes never leaving the attendant's face. As he turned to make the call, she couldn't suppress a small smile. The game was afoot.
With a practiced nonchalance, Anya strolled towards the hotel's opulent lobby. The space was a masterpiece of design, with marble floors, towering columns, and crystal chandeliers casting a soft, ethereal glow. As she waited for the attendant's return, she scanned the room, taking in the luxurious surroundings. It was a world away from her own, a world of excess and indulgence.
A few minutes later, the attendant returned, a discreet smile playing on his lips. "Mr. Moretti is expecting you, madam," he said, handing her a keycard. "His suite is on the top floor."
Anya took the keycard with a graceful nod, her anticipation rising. She thanked the attendant and made her way to the elevators. As the doors closed, she couldn't resist a glance at her reflection in the polished steel. She was ready.
The elevator ascended silently, the numbers on the display growing larger with each passing second. Anya felt a surge of adrenaline as she approached the top floor. Stepping out into the hallway, she was met with a scene of opulence. The walls were adorned with modern art, and the floor was covered in a plush, deep-pile carpet.
Finally, she reached Luca Moretti's suite. It was a door of solid wood, imposing and imposing. She took a deep breath and inserted the keycard. The door swung open, revealing a world of masculine luxury.
The suite was vast, dominated by dark wood and sleek, modern furnishings. Large windows offered a panoramic view of the city, but the thick velvet curtains were drawn, creating an atmosphere of intimacy. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and a hint of something more primal. A roaring fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the room's air of opulence.
In the center of the room was a king-sized bed, covered in crisp white linens. A wet bar stocked with premium liquors stood against one wall, and a state-of-the-art entertainment system dominated another. The overall effect was one of masculine sophistication, a space designed for both pleasure and power.
As Anya stepped into the suite, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The stage was set. All that was left was to play her part. Looking around the room, there was no trace of Luca and she rolled her eyes.
"Luca baby?" she called out, she could hear the sound of splashing waters coming from the bathroom.
"Oh...." She mouthed as she made her way to sit on the bed.
Few minutes later,
The bathroom door slid open, revealing Luca in a silk robe, water droplets glistening on his sculpted torso. He moved with a predatory grace, his eyes locking onto Anya, a slow, predatory smile curving his lips.
"You're here," he murmured, his voice low and husky. The statement was more a command than a question.
Anya, undeterred, met his gaze, her expression a blend of confidence and challenge. "As promised," she replied, her voice soft but carrying a hint of defiance. He gestured towards the bed with a lazy flick of his wrist. "Make yourself comfortable."
Anya removed her jacket, revealing a slinky dress that clung to her curves. She moved with a calculated slowness, her every action designed to intrigue. As she approached the bed, she could feel his gaze on her, a pressure that both excited and intimidated her.
Luca watched her with a mixture of desire and appraisal. She was a good looking creature, and he found himself drawn to her body in some kind of way. But beneath the surface, his mind was sharp, calculating. He was a predator, and she was his prey. As she settled on the edge of the bed, Luca's eyes narrowed. "No games, Anya," he warned, his voice low. "I'm not in the mood."
Anya's eyes met his, a challenge in her gaze. "That's what I like about you, Luca. You're always in control."
She stood up, her movements fluid and graceful. As she began to disrobe, her eyes met his, inviting, daring. "What is it? What do you want?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
Luca groaned inwardly. "Don't make this tiring for me, the pole... now!" he demanded, his voice laced with impatience.
Anya chuckled lowly as she slowly took off the coverings, revealing her lithe form. She moved towards the pole in the center of the room, her body exuding confidence. With a fluid motion, she wrapped her hands around it, her legs finding their rhythm.
The room seemed to transform as she moved. The soft glow of the lights cast dramatic shadows, highlighting the graceful curves of her body. Her movements were a mesmerizing blend of strength and sensuality, a dance that was both captivating and intoxicating.
Luca watched, his eyes never leaving her. Desire burned in him, a primal force that threatened to consume him. He was mesmerized by her control, her ability to command attention.
As she reached the climax of her performance, her body arched, and she let out a low moan. It was a sound of pure pleasure, but also of power. She was in control, and she knew it.
With a final spin, she slid down the pole, landing softly on the carpeted floor. She turned to face Luca, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "Well?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
Luca stood up, his body taut with desire. He crossed the room in two strides, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
He pulled away from the kiss and turned her around, gently pushing her to the bed, she chuckled slightly and turned to face him. A smirk appeared on her face as she reached for his towels around his waist and slowly took it off, staring down at his erected junior.
Traded to Ketax Blake by her own flesh and blood, Roberta Rooke's world turned upside down. Unbeknownst to her, she had become the captive of the most feared alpha in the werewolf community. As her aspirations to pursue a career in medicine faded into the background, Roberta found herself at the mercy of Ketax, who ruled with an iron fist. Little did she know, her arrival would stir the dynamics of the pack, introducing underlying tensions and awakening long-buried secrets, disrupt the delicate balance of the pack, unearthing buried secrets and sending shockwaves through the werewolf community.
In a world filled with darkness, danger, and hidden secrets, Becca finds herself caught in a treacherous web of deceit. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she becomes entangled with the notorious Mafia. On the night of her engagement with her fiancé, Kai, she is forcefully kidnapped by him. Kai, knowing the deep affection Becca's father harbors for her, takes her as a bargaining chip to confront her own father. As Becca grapples with the sudden realization of her father's involvement, she is faced with a life-altering decision. In order to secure her father's safety, she must agree to a deal proposed by Kai, sacrificing her own freedom. The deal stipulates that Becca must spend 120 days under the Mafia's protection, but it comes with a dangerous catch. During this time, she must become Kai's plaything, subjecting herself to the enigmatic and alluring man who holds her fate in his hands. Despite the imminent risks, an undeniable allure draws Becca closer to the captivating yet mysterious Kai. Will Becca emerge from this harrowing experience unscathed, or will she ultimately become a prisoner to her own desires? Only time will tell as the intricate dance between love, loyalty, and survival begins.
Zyra had always been an outcast, despised by everyone in her pack for her parents' sacrifice. Her dear ones had died while saving a stranger who was wolfless and mateless, leaving Zyra alone and isolated. Despite her kindness and helpful nature, she was constantly bullied and enslaved by her pack mates, living in a constant state of fear and isolation. One fateful night, Zyra's life took a dramatic turn. She was discovered by Marcus, the powerful Lycan King, who saw the pain and potential in her. Taking her in, Marcus brought Zyra into his pack, where she was welcomed and loved by the pack members. Under his care, she flourished, finding a family and a home. Marcus claimed her as his mate, and she became the revered Lycan Princess. But peace was short-lived. Alpha Cade, a rival pack leader, burned with a desire for revenge. Zyra had once been part of his pack, and he saw her as rightfully his. The loss of Zyra to Marcus fueled his anger, and he vowed to get her back, no matter the cost. As tensions between the packs simmered, Zyra found herself caught between her past and her present, with her heart and loyalty divided. The threat of Cade's vengeance loomed over her new life, and the battle for her freedom and her heart was about to begin.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
For three years, I waited to become the perfect Luna for my pack, to give the Alpha an heir. Three years of lies, of being the outsider in someone else's love story. Three years of grieving the loss of my baby and plotting revenge against the man who disfigured my face and ruined my womb. I had two choices: die at the hands of my own pack or escape and survive. I chose to hide and live. The Lycan King, Fenrir Lycros-the most bloodthirsty, ruthless ruler to ever lead the werewolves with an iron fist-made me his personal maid. It was the most dangerous role I could have, where even the slightest mistake could cost me my life. But no one from my past would think to look for me here. "Always be submissive, don't speak unless spoken to, don't listen, don't see anything, don't disturb the Lycan or you will die," were the simple rules I followed. I thought I was doing well-until one day, the King made me an offer I couldn't refuse. "Do you want me to save those people? Then give yourself to me tonight. Be my woman. I desire you, and I know you feel the same. Just once, Raven, only once..." But it wasn't just once. Passion turned into something deeper, something neither of us could deny. That cold, untamable man had somehow conquered my heart as well. However, when the past returned to haunt me and the truth about my birth came to light, I faced another choice: run from the Lycan King or wait for his mercy. "I'm sorry, but this time, I won't lose my pups again-not even for you, Fenrir Lycros."
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
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 being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
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.