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The Mafia's Pregnant Bride
Mafia "It won't be a straight death from where you're standing."
I blink, turning around. "What?"
But he doesn't give me a reply. At least not yet. Instead, he takes hold of my arms in his large, gloved hands, and pulls me to him so that we are standing toe to toe.
"What are you doing?" I whisper. This new position has brought us closer. So close that if I stand on my toes, and he dips his head down a bit, I'd probably have the best kiss...
"If you fall from here, the possibility of you dying immediately is 98% at the very least," He begins as I stare at him with my mouth slightly agape. "Falling from where you stood before is about 35% lesser. You'd die eventually, maybe after a night or two of trying to revive your shattered bones, but not immediately." Having made his point, he steps back from me and climbs down the somewhat elevated platform.
"Did you just make way for me to kill myself?" I murmur, feeling like I'm losing my mind all over again. What kind of a man is this?
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Sonia's life is going great one minute and then takes a spin for the worse when she is betrayed, gets pregnant and worse, is told that she will be getting married to Italian mafia heir, Anthony Romero, who doesn't mind raising another man's child. She abhors the idea, but having also recently been disowned by her father, she has no choice but to accept the marriage proposal if she wants protection for herself and her child.
But she has questions. Why would a sane man from her world want to raise a child that isn't his? Surely they're ulterior motives in play.
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Anthony Romano gave up on love a very long time ago and swore never to let another woman in. Then in comes this one woman he calls 'wife', breaking down walls he spent years building. But he's not about to let some flimsy feelings get in the way of his one need.
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One Night with Mr. King
Mayorsther "You think you can just leave without a trace after what happened that night?" His hands pinned her arms above her head, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers.
"W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, his scent reminding her of that night-the night that had changed her life completely.
"What do I mean? Are you seriously asking me that, woman? If your brain can't recall how we burned together on that bed, how about I remind you right here?" His face was dangerously close as he growled into her ear.
Her eyes widened. He meant it. Every single word. He was the king of the entertainment world, after all.
"Let me go," she demanded stubbornly, her voice barely audible. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down her spine.
"Let you go? Oh, I'll let you go, Tatiana. But not until you understand the consequences of crossing paths with me."
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In the world of the entertainment industry, we see constant change and creativity. Trends come and go, as do collaborations between artists and producers. This world can make anyone wish to be a part of it-it is said to be inspiring and enjoyable...
Meanwhile, that's only on the surface. The same world is filled with deceit, betrayal, fake love, ruthless competition, toxic fans who could ruin you, suicide, and dissatisfaction... This world is mostly dominated by men.
How can a woman, hurt by this world, face it-especially when she had a night and her life tangled with the king of them all? HIS(18+)
Siano Blaccq ⚠️ WARNING!⚠️
This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers.
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He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words",
She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer",
His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again",
She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass.
"Count!",He growled.
His Healing Grace
Keena BLURB:
River never intended to be pulled into the dangerous world of the Mafia, but a single moment of bravery changes everything. In an attempt to save the man who fuels her wildest fantasies, she unwittingly steps into the path of Rico Swavey, the ruthless Mafia Lord with a dark, hidden past.
Rico has built his empire on control and secrecy, keeping his heart locked away. But when River, the doe-eyed woman who sparks something dangerous within him, stumbles into his life, his defenses begin to crumble. Haunted by a crime from his childhood, Rico struggles to accept love, especially from someone like River.
What happens when she becomes a stripper in his club?
Can River break through the walls around Rico's heart? And can Rico forgive himself for the sins of his past to embrace a future with her?
Dive into their world of passion, danger, and redemption in HIS HEALING GRACE.
Mafias Kidnapped Wife
Amal Ait Nikolai was facing me. Those full lips stretched into a wolfish grin, strong arms flexing at his side and those honey coloured eyes piercing through my soul. Gods, you really took your time with this one. He was so damn beautiful.
I gulped and Nial skid to my left his hot body centimetres away from mine, his musky fresh scent enveloping me and those eyes. Those fucking brown eyes, warm and so full of love. His smooth skin glinting in the lit hallway just begging to be kissed and licked.
"Like what you see, Love?" Nikolai muttered, sensual and that accent did things to me. My pussy throbbed involuntarily shutting out any comprehensible bone in my body, my brain included.
My cheeks burned for eyeing them so shamelessly and I slightly shifted on my feet bumping into Nadei's front making me blush even more.
"Love, we're going to kiss you, now."
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Nineteen year old Sofia never had thought that her kindness was a bad thing. Always trying to help those in need and always doing it with a bright, beautiful smile on her face.
She was the epitome of an angel to most.
But one fateful night had changed everything in her life.
After saving a strange handsome man, she found herself thrust into a whirlpool of desire and possession. The handsome turned out to be the most infamous, dangerous Russian Mafia.
What's worse, there are more than one man that want her so much.
Three Mafia brothers kidnapped their shared wife, and never wanna let her go.
Will she successfully run away? Sold 2 The Mafia Boss
Ana-Stasia In a world where survival means surrender, Daisy's life is shattered when she' is sold into a human trafficking ring by her stepfather. Abused, starved, and forgotten, she is left to fade into the shadows until Lorenzo, a ruthless mafia boss, buys her as a possession. His cruelty is unmatched, yet beneath his cold control, she begins to see a hint of something darker and more dangerous.
When Viktor, a rival obsessed with destroying Lorenzo, seizes Daisy, her life takes a turn for the worse. Beaten and broken, she loses hope, praying for an end. But Lorenzo will stop at nothing to save her, and in the process, he discovers that what he feels for her is more than just ownership.
As Daisy faces the aftermath of Viktor's abuse, she's torn between the man who owns her and the one who might finally save her, but healing isn't easy, and their tangled bond may be their only hope in a world built on pain. Will they survive the darkness that threatens to tear them apart, or will it consume them both?
THE MAFIA'S MISTRESS
DWRITERORIGINAL "I hate you." she whispered, as her voice trembled with anger and desire.
"I know Clara but your body doesn't." he replied, his eyes gleaming with intensity.
"Shut up and just leave from here!!!!!." she growled as her hand pressed against his chest.
"why does your lips say one thing but your eyes say another??" he asked, his mouth inches from hers.
He moved closer to her as they felt the warmness of their bodies.
"After everything you put me through, you have the audacity to come here??? you are a fucking monster Arsenio!!" she breathed.
"And you are mine." he said as he crashed his lips to hers.
Their hate filled words were lost in the passion of their kiss and their bodies entangled in an angry embrace, a clash of love and hate, desire and repulsion.
"I hate you Arsenio." she repeated as her voice muffled by his lips.
"I Know but I love you and I am here to get you back."
Clara Nivera, a beautiful, young and timid woman who is forced to live with her step Father and his family, gets maltreated by them but escapes one day after finding out about a ploy to kill her.
The night of her escape, after withnessing a murder, she finds herself entangled in the dangerous world of the mafia when she forcefully becomes the mistress of the powerful and ruthless Arsenio Robert.
As she becomes deeper embroiled into Arsenio's life, she falls in love with him but learns the dark secrets of his criminal empire and the truth behind her own troubled past.
After a misunderstanding leads Clara to finds solace in the arms of another, the question is, who will she finally settle for?? and what lies in her past??.
My Neighbor's Wife
E_STEVANIA "You're a creepy bastard."
His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?"
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Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor.
It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict.
He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide.
He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits.
But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned.
There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him.
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When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare.
He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead.
Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him.
He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
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