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One Night Mistake… Now I Carry the Mafia Heir

I opened my mouth to scream, to beg, but my voice came out as a desperate rasp: "Please... don't leave me like this... finish it..." In that moment, while my body was burning with anticipation, I felt something entirely different. It wasn't the touch of his fingers this time, but a piercing cold that shocked my heated skin at my neck. It was a piece of ice, held skillfully between his lips, trailing with agonizing slowness down toward my chest. The contrast was terrifying and maddeningly arousing; the freezing ice making my pores constrict, followed immediately by the heat of his warm lips chasing the trail of the melt. I could hear the wet friction of his fingers inside my pussy and the sound of him suckling my breast. I felt as though my body was no longer mine; I was merely a mass of ignited nerves at his mercy, starving for him to end this torture and fill me completely with his entire being. But this time he drew closer until his scorching breath hit my ear, and he whispered in a hoarse voice dripping with lust: "Do you want me to put my dick inside you?" I didn't hesitate for a second; my body was screaming for it. "Yes... I want it." I felt the hot head of his dick touch the opening of my pussy. He began to tease it, sliding up and down, gliding easily due to the heavy wetness that drenched me. ----------- In just one night, everything changed. I gave myself to a mysterious stranger, A man whose face I have never seen but whose touch I could never forget. Now, I am pregnant, and the scandal threatens to destroy my family’s reputation in our small town. To cover the "shame," my family rushed to marry me off to a depraved old man. But on my wedding day, the church doors didn't just open they were shattered. A cold-blooded killer stormed the ceremony and put a bullet through my groom’s head before he could even touch me. I was kidnapped and whisked away to a private, fortress-like island where I finally met my captor. It turns out, the "stranger" from that fateful night wasn't just anyone. He is one of the most dangerous men in the underworld the Mafia Devil. And he has come to claim the only thing he values more than power: His unborn heir. "You belong to me now," he whispered against my skin. "And no one dead or alive will ever take what is mine." ----------------- #MafiaRomance #DarkRomance #SecretBaby #PossessiveLead #Kidnapping
Z_Hira · 225.9k Views

The Quietest Knife

Willow Hale survives the crash. Miles was driving. He walks away without a scratch. That should have been the worst part. It wasn't. She wakes up in a hospital bed and finds her life already gone. Miles stands beside her bed, calm, composed, holding another woman's hand. His boss's daughter. Christy Cordell. He tells the doctors everything. Voice steady. Eyes soft with concern. They broke up weeks before the accident, he says. Mutual. He only stayed because leaving felt cruel. Then he adds the detail that changes everything. Willow left him. For Zane. His best friend. The one man in the room who could end the lie with a single word. Zane looks at the floor. And nods. Drugged. Broken. Surrounded by faces repeating the same rehearsed story, Willow understands too late what is being built around her. One careless comment about confusion after trauma is all Miles needs. He turns betrayal into medical fact. Her engagement disappears in one clinical breath. Her memories become unreliable. Her grief gets filed under head injury. So, Willow stops arguing. Stops crying. Let them believe she's broken. But she remembers everything. This was never confusion. Miles had already replaced her before the crash ever happened. Zane just helped him bury the evidence. They think they rewrote her life while she was too shattered to stop them. They think silence means surrender. They have no idea what she's building behind that silence. Some men destroy loudly. The dangerous ones do it with soft voices, folded hands, and no blood anywhere in sight. And the quietest knife always cuts the deepest.
dr_ban99 · 324.7k Views

The Wife He Couldn't Keep

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.
Faint Moon New Coolness · 152.1k Views