Rita Locke, the fearless and cunning Don of the Italian Mafia, has carved a path for herself in a world dominated by men. Trained to be a ruthless killer from an early age, she commands respect wherever she goes. Her power is unmatched-until her father shatters her carefully built empire by arranging her marriage. Chase Rodriguez, the cold and calculating leader of the American Mafia, is a man who thrives on control. Known for his cruelty and unyielding demeanor, Chase views life as a game, and breaking others is a skill he's mastered. When fate forces these two formidable forces to unite in marriage, chaos ensues. Will these two predators find an unexpected sanctuary in one another, or will their volatile natures lead to destruction? "I don't remember signing up for strip poker," she quipped, her lips forming a soft frown that didn't quite mask the amusement in her sharp gaze. She knew she couldn't win this game-but that didn't mean she'd back down. "Are you quitting? A quitter, are you?" I taunted, enjoying the way my words needled her. Her lips twitched in annoyance before she pressed them into a tight line. The blue in her eyes darkened, and a dangerous smirk played on her face. She slipped off one of her sandals and held it up, letting it dangle from her finger before tossing it aside. Her raised brow was a challenge, one I couldn't ignore. I had gotten under her skin-exactly as I planned.
I held the razor sharp knife tightly. I took no notice of the way the blade cut deep into the flesh of my palm. I took no notice of my crimson blood which spilled out and stained the carpet below. It relieved me. To feel my body in physical pain was a great distraction from the emotional pain that troubled me. I wasn't one to harm myself but I didn't know how to react and my knife, it was just there.
Father wanted me to get married to a stranger. No, he forced me to. He left me with no choice. Granted, I could run. I could hide. But I won't. My whole life, I've been nothing but a disappointment to him and this affirmed it. I was nothing more than a mere commodity, an object to trade at his will. He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it.
I am Rita Locke the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He didn't even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.
Sadly, I grew up as an only child being raised by maids and nannies. Father was far too busy and he was disgusted by me anyway. The phrase 'Hai ucciso tua madre' (you killed your mother' was something I've heard every single day of my life. Mother, my beautiful mother died during childbirth. I didn't mean to kill her, I didn't ask to be born. So there he was, my cruel wicked father, whom forced mother into marrying him. I know he forced her, she can't have been in love with him.
The maids often told me of what a beauty mother was. How wildly spirited she was. And how father broke her piece by piece. In a way I'm glad she's not here, she broke free and me, I'm still here.
So here I sat, thinking of a way out. It was impossible. If I were to run away, my whole life would be false. I was born to be a Don. The power ran in my veins. Besides father would hunt me down and no doubt have someone slit my throat while I slept. Perhaps I could kill the bastard. But if someone found out, fuck, I'm screwed.
I'm only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But I always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia.
The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even I was impressed. The mafia boss; I didn't know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Chase Rodriguez. The roles of women in mafias are very traditional. To obey and serve. To be complacent doormats. Fucks sake. If father thinks by uniting our mafia's through marriage would mean me giving up my mafia to fucking Chase, he's got another thing coming.
And if Chase fucking Rodriguez expects me to obey and serve, I will gladly cut out his fucking heart and shove it down his throat. I am no ones doormat.
Father, as he put it, gave me away to form an alliance with the American mafia. To ensure peChase between our mafia and theirs. No one wanted a war. So what am I supposed to do? It was a strategic move nothing more.
"KC!" I yelled. Not a moment later a pretty blonde entered my bedroom. KC is my best friend and one of my many guards. She is highly intelligent and a skilled killer. I wanted a woman to be my personal guard mainly to overthrow the patriarchal system in the mafia.
"KC I need you to call a maid to pack my things ready for tomorrow." I spoke as I stared down at my hand. Dried blood coated my fingertips as the cut in my palm still bled. The pain didn't bother me. I've suffered worse and survived.
KC nodded and walked over to me. She sighed kneeling down beside me. She gently held my hand in hers as she procured the knife from my grip. "Let's get you cleaned up." She smiled warmly. She didn't ask what happened, she knew.
I watched her bandage my hand gently and very neatly. I felt numb, cold and alone. I sipped bourbon from a crystal glass in hopes that it would make me feel warm inside but it never did. My hand throbbed almost as much as the headache I've now acquired.
"Your father still wants you to marry?" KC asked as she took a seat on the edge of my bed, crossing her legs. She knows I've practically begged him to stop this marriage, she knows how he just laughed at me, telling me to fuck off.
"Yes." I walked over to my balcony windows and looked up into the night sky. Stars glimmered and shone, with a shooting star falling. I wished for happiness. I have argued with father to no avail. It's a done deal. I ran a finger down my cheek, where father slapped me last. I may not be bruised but I will always remember. I closed my eyes as I wished his death over and over again. If only I could do it and free myself but that's another predicament. If I kill him, my mafia would turn on me. I would be shunned and disowned. After all there is no crime greater than killing your own blood.
I turned back to face KC. Her brown eyes held so much pity for me. I didn't like that one bit. But I appreciated her so much. "I just want to be alone right now." I spoke, my voice laced with sadness. Her eyes lowered to the ground. She walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, in a way to reassure me. There was nothing more she could say or do. I felt her fingers lightly squeeze my shoulder before she left my room, closing the door behind her.
"Mabel..." he warned as I gently squeezed his hardness through his slacks, causing him to curse under his breath. Walter wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling my face closer to his. "I know what you're trying to do, bella," he whispered, a sexy smirk playing on his handsome face as I moaned, feeling his other hand slide down between my legs, roughly massaging me. "And if you don't stop, I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with a flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good." One Friday night, Mabel Stone-a breathtakingly beautiful, innocent, and successful lawyer-has a chance encounter with an insanely handsome, gorgeous, and sexy man. Little does she know, he's one of Italy's most powerful and successful businessmen. What was just a one-night stand for Mabel meant something much more to him, and he isn't planning to let her go so easily. As things heat up between them, their nights become wild and full of passion. But what dark secret is Walter Robinson hiding? Warning: Contains mature language and adult, sexual content.
"Fuck. You." I watched as his brown eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes. Before I knew it, he had me pressed against the wall. One hand was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending shivers through my body, but in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again, Anabelle, and I'll make you scream it," he whispered angrily. His words made my heart race and I felt a rush of arousal. I tried to push his hand away, even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go and stepped back. "Get ready, Anabelle, and if you're not ready by eight, I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. Total Warning: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent.
"How do I survive without you when everything about my life has been constructed around your love?" Please note, this narrative delves into themes of gun violence, assault, and explicit language. Embark on a journey through the shadows of the mafia underworld, a realm shrouded in mystery and laden with secrets that beg to be uncovered. Unaware of the storm that awaits her, she steps into the swirling chaos of her cousin's engagement party, only for her gaze to be captured by an enigmatic figure. His name? Daemon Prescott. With his towering presence and mesmerizing blue eyes, he stands as a beacon of intrigue and danger. As their paths cross, a tumultuous saga unfolds, marked by gunfire, bloodshed, and the intricate web of familial ties. Amidst the drama and turmoil, a question lingers—was their encounter a twist of fate?
Reader's discretion is advised, use of strong and violent language and sexual assault. Rated 18+ Sandra Peters used to have a really fancy life, and her brother always made sure she got whatever she wanted. But he kept her sheltered from the tough parts of life outside her rich bubble. Everything changed one night when a really scary guy took everything away from her. Now, Sandra is stuck in a world she didn't know existed, dealing with the tough stuff she never saw coming. Even though things are really hard, she can't help but be curious about a guy who's definitely not good for her. This guy, Albertino, is like the embodiment of all the bad stuff in the world. He scares people, and he actually enjoys seeing the fear in their eyes before he hurts them. But when Sandra looks at him without being scared, he gets interested. In a world where being curious can get you in big trouble, Sandra and Albertino can't resist wanting things they shouldn't. They're caught up in their own curiosity, facing risks and dangers. But it's not just their interest in each other they have to worry about; there's also a big war looming in the background, making their situation even more complicated.
Warning: Has sexual scenes and profane language. "I want your cock buried in my throat when you wake and drilling my pussy before you sleep. Stefan, you're my addiction and I don't want any rehabilitation." At 26 years old, Stefan Todd is a professional hockey player, known for his skills and fame in the NHL. Recently, he made the move to the upscale Citrus Grove Community, a stark contrast to his life on the ice. Meanwhile, in the same luxurious neighborhood resides 23-year-old Carrie Stone, the enigmatic author behind the renowned pen name, Dani Viola. Her life is a well-guarded secret, known to the public only through her literary works. Stefan settles into his enormous and stunning new house, which happens to be right next to Carrie's equally impressive residence. However, their initial interactions are far from neighborly. The spark of animosity ignites when Stefan's inaugural "housewarming party" involves blaring music at 2 a.m., disturbing Carrie's peaceful night, and one of his guests even ends up vomiting in her petunias. He's the embodiment of a rebellious partygoer, embracing a lifestyle filled with late-night revelry, while Carrie values her quiet, allowing her to immerse herself in books and solitude. They are, in essence, polar opposites. Nevertheless, a strange magnetism begins to draw them together. Stefan can't help but be captivated by the alluring contours of Carrie's perfect figure, and Carrie herself finds her thoughts wandering to the image of Stefan's finely sculpted physique intertwined with hers. Amid the increasing sexual tension and a growing, undeniable lust, they both grapple with desires that they wish they could suppress. Their desires burn like an unquenchable fire, forcing them to confront their attraction and consider whether there's more to each other than meets the eye.
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
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."
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.