Rafael DeLuca is a man forged in blood and betrayal. Once the rightful heir to a powerful mafia empire, he lost everything when his family was slaughtered in an act of treachery. For years, he rebuilt his power from the shadows, rising as the most feared mafia strategist in the underworld. Now, the time for vengeance has come, and his enemy's greatest weakness is within his grasp-Sophia Romano. Sophia has spent her life in a gilded cage, unaware of the sins that stain her last name. Sheltered and untouched by the violent world her father commands, she believes she is destined for an ordinary life. But when she is kidnapped by a man as dangerous as he is captivating, her world shatters. Rafael is her captor, her tormentor, and her only protector in a world far darker than she ever imagined. What begins as a calculated act of revenge soon turns into something Rafael never anticipated-obsession. Sophia's innocence should make her easy to break, yet her quiet defiance ignites something primal within him. He tells himself she is only a pawn, a means to an end, but with every glance, every forbidden touch, she threatens to unravel his carefully crafted plans. As hidden truths come to light and past betrayals resurface, Rafael is forced to make an impossible choice: will he sacrifice the one woman who has become his greatest weakness, or will he forsake his vengeance for a love that could destroy them both? In a world where love is as deadly as betrayal, Rafael and Sophia will have to decide-will their obsession ruin them, or will it be the only thing that saves them?
The dim glow of the warehouse lights flickered, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air was thick with the acrid scent of cigar smoke and whiskey, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. In the center of the room, Rafael De Luca sat like a king on his throne-broad shoulders relaxed, muscular frame exuding dominance as he swirled the amber liquid in his crystal glass.
His emerald-green eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto the trembling man kneeling before him. A low, humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he watched the man's pathetic attempts to beg for his life.
"Please, Rafael," the man stammered, sweat dripping down his temples. "I-I didn't mean to cross you."
Rafael arched a dark brow, amusement flickering across his sharp features. "Didn't mean to?" he repeated, his voice a deadly purr. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, and studied the man with cruel patience.
The traitor-a low-level arms dealer who had foolishly believed he could sell Rafael's weapons to a rival family-flinched under his gaze. "It was a mistake. I swear. I-I can fix this. Just give me a chance-"
A sharp clink echoed in the silence as Rafael set his glass down on the polished wooden table beside him. His fingers drummed against his knee, slow and deliberate.
"I don't believe in mistakes," he said coolly.
Before the man could plead further, a gunshot shattered the quiet. The sharp crack rang through the warehouse, followed by the sickening thud of a lifeless body hitting the floor. Rafael barely glanced at Dante, his most trusted enforcer, who was tucking his gun back into the holster beneath his jacket.
"Get rid of him," Rafael ordered.
Dante nodded, already dragging the corpse away, leaving behind only a dark smear of blood on the floor.
Rafael exhaled slowly, adjusting the cuffs of his black silk shirt. There was no rush of adrenaline, no lingering satisfaction-only cold efficiency. He had grown numb to executions years ago. His mind was on something far more important.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the name on the screen. A flicker of anticipation curled in his gut. Finally.
Pressing the call button, he brought the phone to his ear. "It's done?"
A low voice answered. "Yes. She's completely unaware. The girl is innocent, untouched by this world. Just as you wanted."
Rafael's grip on the glass tightened slightly, his jaw clenching. Sophia Moretti. The name alone sent a rush of dark satisfaction through him.
The daughter of the man who had destroyed his family. The girl he had spent years watching from the shadows, his obsession growing with every passing day. She had no idea her fate had already been sealed.
"Good," he murmured, tilting the glass against his lips, savoring the burn of whiskey as it slid down his throat. He licked a stray drop from his lips before setting the glass down.
His fingers traced the edge of the table, his mind already envisioning her-long dark hair cascading down her shoulders, big innocent eyes that held no knowledge of the darkness that lurked in the world. In his world. The world she was about to be pulled into.
"Bring her to me," he commanded.
There was no hesitation in his voice. No mercy.
Tonight, innocence would be stolen.
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.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
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.
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.
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."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.