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Claimed At My Fiancé's Funeral

"I'm claiming you under my protection, Isabella. Not because I owe your fiancé anything. Because I want you alive." Three days ago, Isabella Rossi was planning her wedding. Her fiancé Marcus was supposed to be standing beside her, starting their life together in the suburbs away from his family's mafia connections. Then a bullet from a rival gang's crossfire took him down outside their apartment building, and everything Isabella believed about safety died with him. At the funeral, while Isabella is drowning in grief and shock, Dante Caruso steps out of the shadows. The most powerful godfather in the East Coast underworld. The man everyone whispers ordered the hit. He stands in front of three hundred mourners and announces that Isabella is under his personal protection now. That anyone who touches her will answer to him. That she will stay in his home where he can keep her safe. Isabella should be terrified. Dante killed her dreams when he killed her fiancé. But someone else wanted Marcus dead too. Someone is framing Dante. Someone is using Isabella as bait to pull Dante into a war that will destroy everything. The only problem? While living under Dante's protection, learning his secrets, fighting the dangerous attraction between them, Isabella discovers the truth. Dante didn't kill Marcus. But he knows who did. And he's been hunting them all along. Now Isabella faces an impossible choice. Expose Dante to the authorities and lose the only person who can protect her. Or help him finish his hunt for revenge and cross a line she can never come back from. The man she's falling for might be a killer. But he's also the only one standing between her and the grave.
ariabang1960 · 10 Views

Chains Of Desire: When Love Becomes Your Greatest Weakness

"Marry me or watch your family die." Emma Cole has forty-eight hours to save her father's life. The debt he owes the Russo crime family is impossible to pay. Her only option? Trade herself. Not as a mistress. Not as leverage. As a wife to Marcus Russo, the family's most feared enforcer—a man who breaks people for a living. Marcus doesn't want a wife. He wants a prisoner. He expects Emma to be broken, grateful, compliant. Instead, she's sharp. Dangerous with her mind. Willing to negotiate, strategize, and challenge him in ways that terrify him more than bullets ever could. What started as insurance against her family's betrayal becomes something neither expected. Marcus gives her one simple rule: never question his loyalty to the family. But as Emma uses her legal knowledge to restructure alliances and become essential to Russo operations, she discovers the terrifying truth—his greatest loyalty is shifting. And it's shifting toward her. Every decision she makes gives her power. Every touch he gives her costs her heart. Every moment together pulls them deeper into a war they can't survive together and can't survive apart. Because in the mafia, there is only one punishment for divided loyalty. And Marcus is beginning to show all the signs. Love didn't destroy the Russo empire. But it might destroy them. Will they burn the organization down together, or will she watch him choose the family that made him over the woman he's beginning to love? Her chains are becoming his weakness. His weakness is becoming her power.
fariddahisah · 56 Views

Blackmailing The Ice King

"You hacked the wrong account, sweetheart. Now you belong to me." Zara Chen is a cybersecurity genius working for a legitimate tech firm. She's brilliant, independent, and invisible. Her biggest mistake is one keystroke. She accidentally breaks into encrypted accounts that don't officially exist and finds something she cannot unsee: proof of a multi-billion-dollar criminal operation. Before she can call the FBI, men in black suits arrive. Before she can run, her life is already over. Dante Moretti is the ice-cold heir of one of America's most dangerous mafia families. At twenty-nine, he's already buried enemies and taken over his father's empire. He doesn't make mistakes. He doesn't take risks. He doesn't trust anyone. When a ghost hacker breaches his security, he has two options: kill her or control her. Killing her would be easy. Controlling her? That's impossible. Except Dante Moretti has never failed at anything in his life. His offer is simple and terrible: become his head of digital security and live in his fortress penthouse under constant surveillance. Break the rules, run, or betray him, and he'll erase her existence. She'll have access to everything—his systems, his operations, his secrets. But he'll always have access to her. He controls every camera, every lock, every escape route. She controls the digital empire he's built. But as weeks turn into months, Zara sees things through the cameras that Dante never wanted anyone to know. She watches him work sixteen-hour days to keep people safe. She sees him donate money to orphanages. She catches him asleep at his desk, finally at peace. She sees the man beneath the monster. And he begins to see her—not as a prisoner, not as an asset, but as the only person who truly knows him. When the FBI closes in and a rival cartel discovers her location, their carefully constructed walls crumble. Zara must choose: escape and destroy him, or stay and fight for a man she was never supposed to trust. Dante must choose: let her go or lose everything trying to keep her. In a world built on deception, the most dangerous act is telling the truth.
ashantimoses1948 · 183 Views

My Monster Man

[Contains dark themes and graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised.] In the rotting husk of a world where cities burn under atomic skies and power is measured in blood and blackmail, Draxton is owned by the Krossvales — seven orphaned brothers raised by a sadistic father into gods of violence. They deal in weapons, fear, and broken bodies, profiting from every war while the rest of humanity chokes on ash. Vernon Krossvale is their blade: 6'2" of scarred, combat-hardened muscle, long dark hair framing a face carved from stone and rage, coat always open over a bare, slashed torso. He kills without blinking, feels nothing when he does — until the night a girl sees him gut a man in the forest with brass knuckles and pull out his intestine. Vernon's death gaze falls on her. She runs. He smells her fallen handkerchief. And something inside him — long dead — wakes up. Ira Royvane never wanted Draxton. She came for survival, not salvation. But that night branded her. She was never meant to survive the gaze that pinned her in the dark — eyes that saw her to the bones. Vernon haunts every sketch she draws — his bloodied hands, his shadowed eyes, his lethal beauty. When the Krossvales seize her school through threats and terror, turning classrooms into their personal hunting ground, Ira becomes prey in their empire of cruelty. The Krossvales violate the girls the way wolves tear meat from still-kicking prey—playful, tearing, taking turns. Any brother, father, boyfriend who bares teeth in defense is dragged down and opened from throat to groin. While innocence bleeds—the monsters laugh . Vernon watches — always watching — helpless against Kai’s insanity and his own buried guilt. Until the day Ira crashes into him again, body pressed to his fever-hot skin, and for one heartbeat the monster feels something worse than emptiness: need. The man who has never wanted anything now wants one thing above all: her. Not to destroy. Not to possess. To shield. To keep. To feel something other than guilt and emptiness for the first time in his ruined life. In a city where mercy is suicide and love is the deadliest sin, a monster begins to question his chains — and a girl begins to wonder if the nightmare who haunts her drawings might be the only one capable of saving her from the rest of the monsters . **My Monster Man** — A raw, obsessive dark romance of guilt that bleeds, trauma that scars, forbidden desire that burns, and the fragile, dangerous hope that even the blackest heart can still protect the soul it was never meant to touch.
Anuvuti_Roy · 4.4k Views

What Still Burns Between Us

Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."
Davina33 · 51.5k Views

Mafia King Owned and Ruined Me

(Dark Mafia Romance | Explicit Tension | Enemies to Lovers | Possessive | Revenge, Secrets, & Redemption | Spicy 18+ Adult) She was sold like property. He bought her like a sin. When Anaya Brooks is betrayed, ruined, and auctioned to the underworld, she expects chains and pain. What she gets instead is Lucien Moretti, a mafia king who rules with blood on his hands and control in his veins. He doesn't touch her. That's the cruelest part. Lucien watches her eat. Sleep. Breathe. His restraint is deliberate. His gaze is not. Every order is a test. Every silence is charged. Every step she takes closer to him feels like standing on the edge of something dark and inevitable. She learns quickly: Lucien doesn't need to touch her to own her. And when he finally does, it's slow. It's controlled. It's devastating. She lets him believe she's obedient. She lets him think she's breaking for him. All while hiding the truth that could get her killed. Anaya didn't come to his underworld to be claimed. She came for revenge. But desire complicates everything. The way his hands pin her without force. The way his voice drops when he wants her to behave. The way he looks at her like she's already his undoing. Lucien doesn't forgive betrayal. And when he learns she's been lying to him from the beginning. He won't just break her heart. He'll destroy everything she touches. Including himself! ~ Please Support My Work with a Coffee: https://buymeacoffee.com/avi22nash
Avi22Nash · 19.4k Views