"Your fearlessness is a disguise; you're soft like butter, and I melt at your softness. There's nothing like it, Rita. You take my soul, and I don't want to have it back." "Kiss me like it's your last, Chase. Tears my bra, like silk hits fire; you steal my breath like a helpless kleptomaniac. You're indeed a maniac, but I want you every day." Rita Locke meets Chase while on a mission, to assasinate the leader of the Russian Mafia while he was on the same mission but the mission turned into an eternal moment of passion and love" Very Intense, sexually explicit and use of dangerous weapons is a major part of this novel, read with discretion.
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 and 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, who forced Mother into marrying him. I know he forced her, she can't have been in love with him.
The maids often told me what a beautiful mother was. How wildly spirited she was. And how her father broke her piece by piece. In a way I'm glad she's not here; she broke free, and I'm still here.
So here I sit, 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 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 married 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 that uniting our mafia 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 one's doormat.
Father, as he put it, gave me away to form an alliance with the American mafia. To ensure peace between our mafia and theirs. No one wanted a war. So what do you think I should 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 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 my father to no avail. It's a done deal. I ran a finger down my cheek, where my father slapped me last. I may not be bruised, but I will always remember. I closed my eyes as I wished for his death over and over again. If only I could do it and free myself, but that's another predicament. If I killed him, my mafia would turn on me. I would be shunned and disowned. After all, there is no crime greater than killing your 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.
I couldn't get the way Bambi moaned my name out of my head. It was so hypnotic, and it made me hard just thinking about her. Hearing her sweet voice in my head. Christopher Wallace, popularly know as De Rossi, an assassin to the most notorious Mafia gang in the world was hired for a mission but unknown to him, he didn't know the mission was going to turn to be the beginning of the end of the cold and loveless life he's always used to. Amila, a 20 year old beauty, lost all her family to a car accident and since then her life has been miserable. She hired an assassin to do what she was to cowardly to do, take her own life but this event turned out to bring the sun she's lost since the night of her parents accident
"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.
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
"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."