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Undressed By The Mafia God

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance
JoyceOrtsen · 246.9k Views

Regression: I Claim Everything

First enjoy all the free chapters like a proper connoisseur before you even think of continuing or quitting! Add this masterpiece to your library right now, without overthinking like a confused movie hero in the interval scene. Trust me, the moment you dive into these pages, you won’t feel regret — only a growing addiction stronger than late-night street food cravings. Soon you yourself will stand up like a proud witness and praise the charm, the drama, the emotions… and of course, the stunning beauties hidden within the story. So don’t delay, don’t play hard to get — just start reading and let the full cinematic magic unfold. And when you realise how irresistible it is… remember this evil laughter echoing in the background — Bwahahahaha “What the hell—?!” Arahan jolted awake. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t his body. Just hours ago, he had been a 30-year-old professor—one of the youngest lecturers in a prestigious college. An orphan who built everything from nothing. At twenty-five, he had already achieved what many couldn’t in a lifetime. A stable career. Respect. Wealth. A wedding with a beautiful bride from a good family. For once, life had finally begun to smile at him. And then, a drunk rich brat speeding his Thar at 220 km/h from the wrong side of the road. A flash of headlights. A scream of metal. Darkness. Arahan died on the roadside like a stray animal. And the worst part? He knew the culprit would never be punished. Money would bury the case. Power would twist the law. Justice was a luxury for the poor. But what hurt even more was not the injustice. It was a regret. He had lived responsibly. Too responsible. He never dated. Never partied. Never had Sex. Never travelled. Never loved recklessly. Never indulged. He chased stability. He chased respect. He chased a “good future.” And died before he could live. A virgin. A man who never tasted freedom. A man who never claimed what he desired. A man who never enjoyed the forbidden pleasure. But fate was not finished with him. When Arahan opened his eyes again— He was back. This time, he won’t live cautiously. This time, he won’t let power crush him. This time, he won’t die powerless. Wealth. Influence. Pleasure. Revenge. In this life, Arahan will claim everything.
Cultivator_Arahan · 21.7k Views

The Mafia's Surgeon: Reborn for the Immortal

One signature sold her life away. One look sealed her fate forever. Dr. Seraphina Laurent spent six years scrubbing her father’s sins off her hands. As the daughter of the city’s most notorious mob boss, she became a top surgeon to save lives, not take them. She thought she was safe within the sterile walls of her hospital. She was wrong. When the Laurent empire crumbles in a single night of betrayal, the new King of the Underworld rises from the ashes to collect his due. Kaelen Vane. Ruthless. Lethal. And terrified by nothing—except the sunrise. He doesn't want the Laurent territory. He doesn't want the money. He wants her. "Your father’s debt is thirty million," Kaelen whispers, his skin unnaturally cold against hers. "You are the collateral." Dragged into a world of shadows, Seraphina is forced to become the personal surgeon to the Vane Syndicate. Her job is simple: Stitch up the monsters that rule the night. But Kaelen is different from the others. He moves faster than the eye can see. He never sleeps. And he looks at Seraphina not with lust, but with a haunted hunger that spans centuries. She thinks she is just a prisoner paying off a debt. She doesn't realize she is the reincarnation of the woman he lost five hundred years ago. He is a carnivore waiting to devour her. She is the only one who can handle his blood. In a game of life and death, will the surgeon cut out his heart, or will she be the one to finally make it beat again?
burmeser · 14.3k Views

My father sold me to the Mafia King

[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.] slow burn I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, I discovered the truth: I wasn’t abandoned by accident. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them. But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Julie stomped the floor with her foot, and agitation was clear in the tone of her voice, which rose slightly as she pointed at my face: "You ran your thumb over your lip! You're hinting to me... hinting that I kissed you!" My composure didn't budge; instead, I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with a gaze shrouded in mischief, then said with utter simplicity: "And what is the problem with that? It was just a kiss." -------------------- She waved her hand with bitter irony: "Are you the one who's going to protect me from him?" I nodded, confirming: "Yes." A low growl escaped her, and she said: "You are worse than him." Then I asked her in a confident tone that made her cheeks burn: "Then why were you burying your face in my chest, with your fingers digging into my shirt?" Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted
Z_Hira · 108.7k Views

The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.
Dy_zamite · 1.4m Views

The Lost Mafia Prince: When The Youngest Comes Home

The De Luca family rules the underworld with power, wealth, and fear. As one of the most powerful mafia families, they have everything—loyal soldiers, endless influence, and a bond that nothing should be able to break. Except the night they lost their youngest son. When Adrian De Luca was only four years old, he disappeared without a trace from the safety of the family estate. Despite the De Luca family's endless power and resources, years of searching brought nothing but silence. To the world, the eighth son of the De Luca family had simply vanished. But Adrian was not dead. For eleven years, he lived a life no child should ever endure. Kidnapped and forced to grow up in a cruel household, he was treated like a servant, abused, starved, and constantly reminded that he was unwanted. The bright, cheerful child he once was slowly disappeared, replaced by a quiet and guarded boy who learned that survival meant silence. At fifteen, everything changes. A single lead brings the De Luca family face to face with the truth they had searched for over a decade. Their lost son is alive. But the boy they bring home is no longer the little prince they remember. Thin, scarred, and terrified of the very family claiming to love him, Adrian struggles to believe that the powerful mafia household is truly his home. Surrounded by six fiercely protective older brothers and the twin who never stopped waiting for him, he must slowly learn what it means to belong again. Yet the past refuses to stay buried. As the De Luca family uncovers the truth behind Adrian’s kidnapping, enemies begin to surface, secrets come to light, and the underworld learns a dangerous lesson— The youngest son of the De Luca family has finally come home. And this time, the De Lucas will make sure no one ever takes him away again.
Mineatty17 · 3.4k Views

Sold to the Mountain King

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn’t know until the man I’d been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail. An engagement clause with my name on it, signed eight weeks ago without my knowledge. My father couldn’t look at me. Cole Ashford couldn’t stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and leader of the 303. He bought my father’s debt in one night. He told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried—and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease, my coffee, my life. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it, still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn’t agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn’t buy. I wanted to burn the part of me that responded. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I’m discovering the ground beneath it was his before I laid the first brick—engineered by a man who doesn’t take what he wants. He builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. But every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He’s wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven’t decided yet.
MoonCow · 11.1k Views