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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 · 772.9k Views

To be a Villainess.

NO SMUT. I was murdered by the two people I trusted most—my fiancé and my stepsister. Sickly, powerless, and foolishly kind, I couldn’t even fight back as they stole everything from me. As I lay dying, regret was the only thing I had left. I thought of all the stories I once loved—tales where villainesses lived boldly, took what they wanted, and never begged for love that would betray them. I wished, just once, that I could be like them. Then a voice answered. "Congratulations, host. You’ve been chosen for the Villainess System." When I opened my eyes, I was no longer the girl who died. I had been trandmigrated into the body of Seraphina Helene Valemont, a woman feared, powerful, and destined to fall—into a world of magic and nobility Armed with a mysterious system. The nobles who scheme, the royals who manipulate, the enemies hiding behind smiles—I will outplay them all. Love? Trust? Mercy? I’ve already died for those once. This time, I will be ruthless. This time, I will survive. And if the world insists on making me the villainess — Then I will become the most unforgettable one it has ever seen. That is exactly what I wished for right. ********* Please support me in anyway possible. 100 power stones= 2 extra chapters. 20 golden tickets= 3 extra chapters. 1 Magic Castle = 5 extra chapters in the span of 2 days. 1 Golden Gachapon= 10 extra chapters in the span of 3 days (I know this may be too much but I'm just dreaming here.) I will be uploading chapters 4 times a week. Thanks for your understanding
Mich_ella_ · 292.7k Views

The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

"You will cum when you earn it, slut," He spat, slapping my cunt again. "You absolute, depraved BASTARD, I was so close!" "That filthy mouth." He watched me writhe with cold burning satisfaction in those eyes and leaned closer to whisper. "It keeps mouthing off. Let's give that dirty, filthy mouth something to do." His hand fisted in my hair, letting go of my legs and dragged me off the bench to my knees. He was about to fuck me! ** ** ** ** ** ** Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. EXPECT PROMISING ORGASMS AND INTENSE, RAW, HARDCORE, SMUTTY, DIRTY, NASTY SCENES. Rated 19. Here, your fantasies will come alive. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!
MarcellaCross · 177.4k Views

Taming future Evil Husbands as a Baby Princess: Save ME!

Old people used to say—"Watch your mouth. Once a word leaves, it never comes back." Nonsense, I thought. Pure, unadulterated nonsense. At least, that’s what I thought before today. Now, I’m sitting in an office that smells like pure disappointment, staring at a boss who can only be described as a fat, bald rhino. And I mean it. Not a single strand of hair. Smooth. Shiny. Reflecting my bad decisions right back at me. And the horn? Judging by his face, it looked like the rhino tried climbing a mountain and got the horn stuck halfway. Impossible, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought too. But look at this—today, a rhino is sitting in a chair, in an office, acting like he owns the world. Clearly, anything is possible. Now, all of this was supposed to stay in my head. A thought. A private, safe, non-life-threatening thought. But me? Why would I act normal? Why would I choose peace when I can personally ruin my entire life? So, instead of walking out quietly, I said it. "You fat rhino. I quit." ... Ah. Beautiful. Truly, I had the aura of a domineering CEO. Except for one small issue: I’m not the heroine of some high-end drama. There was no background music. No slow-motion exit. No hidden identity. Just me. A nuisance with no powerful family and no backup. If my ancestors could see me right now, they’d crawl out of their graves just to beat me up themselves. But it’s fine. Because according to every story I’ve ever read, I just need to raise my fist, land one punch, and—Boom. He flies two buildings away and I become a local legend. My fist landed. A solid, direct hit. ... Why was the rhino not moving? Not even an inch? New plan. There’s a door. There’s a security. There’s exactly one decision left: Die or run. So, obviously, I ran. "Grab her!" That was the last thing I heard before everything turned into chaos. I’m fast. I really am. Feet hitting the pavement, breath tearing out of my chest—I was doing great. I was surviving. I— Wait. Weren’t there people chasing me? Why did it suddenly go quiet? Their mouths were moving, but no sound came out. What kind of horror movie logic was this? And why were they looking at me like— BAM. Something hit me. My body lifted off the ground before crashing down hard enough to knock the soul out of my lungs. Right. So that part wasn't just in the movies. Damn. If I had known I was going to die like this, I would’ve at least shoved that novel straight down that old rhino’s throat before leaving. Seven Years Later... "Young Miss… would you be willing to marry me?" "Shut up." Isla didn’t even spare him a glance as she shoved the boy aside. He stumbled back, stunned, while another immediately stepped forward, far too eager. "Miss, I think I’m the better choi—" Slap. The crisp sound cut through the air, leaving the second boy frozen, his cheek reddening under her palm. "Both of you. Get lost." Before the silence could settle, another rushed in, holding out a delicately wrapped box. "Miss, here is a cake for you—" "Get. Lost." Her voice dropped an octave, sharp enough to slice through his courage. "The Young Miss only likes me!" another declared, pushing forward with ridiculous confidence. "Miss, this is a doll for you—" The voices overlapped. Gifts appeared one after another—cakes, dolls, trinkets—as if they thought piling offerings at her feet would win her over. In the middle of it all, Isla sat frozen. Her face flushed a deep red—but not from embarrassment. Her fingers curled against her lap, nails digging into her skin. What the hell is going on…? Her gaze swept across them, sharp and almost feral. Aren’t the male leads supposed to kill me? Her jaw tightened. Then why—God! How did I end up taming these crazy psychos?
SRTINA · 22.9k Views