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The Mafia Heir: His Forbidden Queen

The Mafia Heir: His Forbidden Queen

 Mafia
5.0
What you do to me means nothing to you... But to me? Your touch burns, Enzo Romano. It hurts. Because it makes this cursed heart beat for you... against all logic, against all pride. In just a month and a few days, this game will end. We'll walk separate paths. You'll return to your perfect life- To the woman who's always been there. Always yours. And me? I'll go back to the hollow in my chest. To the hole in my heart that aches like a curse. So tell me, Enzo- Who will pay the price in the end? --- We moved in silence until we reached the kitchen. I was placing the cup in the sink when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me against him, holding me from behind. "Enzo!" I gasped. My throat tightened with heat. Damn it-what is he doing? "Shhh... just stay like this for a moment, Celine... please." He whispered it. Quiet. Strange. His chin rested on top of my head. His warm breath tangled in my hair. "Enzo, what are you doing?" My voice trembled. Heat flooded through me. I felt sick-like something inside me clenched hard, like I'd just been hit with a sudden, invisible illness. "Let me see it, Celine..." He lowered his head, his breath hot and uneven as it brushed over my bare shoulder- Hitting that fragile nerve just beneath my neck. "Enzo..." I breathed his name like a secret. My eyes shut tight. And all the walls I'd built around myself began to collapse- Quietly. Helplessly. "Don't say my name like that, Celine..." His voice cracked-just like mine. As if we were both falling into the same storm. But why? Why is he doing this to me? He has a life. A real one. He has her-his girlfriend. His stable, perfect woman. She's everything I'm not. Tall. Beautiful. Flawless. Her body like something sculpted from dreams. She's constant. She never shakes, never breaks. She's everything. Everything I could never be. So why... Why is he playing with me?
Mated to the Possessive Alpha Brothers

Mated to the Possessive Alpha Brothers

 Werewolf
4.4
Liana stood torn, hidden amidst a whirlwind of conflicting emotions surging within her. Her body trembled under Aiden's sensual touch, every cell in her igniting. He approached her with confident steps, his piercing gaze tracing the quiver of her lips and the blush blooming on her cheeks. In a low, gravelly whisper, he murmured, "Does my brother make you feel this way? Does he awaken this fire in you?" Liana hummed, unable to form a coherent word. She was fully aware of the sin lurking in her response, yet she couldn't resist those hands that seemed to summon the deepest parts of her. "Aiden... we shouldn't... we mustn't!" she whispered, her trembling hands pressing against his chest, caught in the balance between desire and fear. A glint sparked in his eyes, as though savoring her struggle to resist, only to surrender. He drew closer until his warm breath brushed her skin. Her fingers curled around his shirt, holding him in place, unwilling to let him retreat. He chuckled softly and murmured, "You're greedy, my beautiful one. This passion... doesn't it make you crave more?" Words lodged in her throat, and all she could do was let her head rest against his shoulder, drowning in the euphoria of the moment. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her neck before pressing a searing kiss to her skin. Then, with a deliberate yet gentle bite, he marked her, as if declaring her his. But just as passion reached its peak, an angry voice shattered the silence of the room. "Aiden! Step away from her!" Aaron's voice, laden with fury and protectiveness, sliced through the intimacy like a blade. Aiden turned slowly, a smug smile curling on his lips. In a defiant tone, he murmured, "She's my mate too, you know."
You Can't Run! My Beautiful Bride.

You Can't Run! My Beautiful Bride.

 Mafia
5.0
Suddenly, she stopped at a news channel. The anchor was speaking seriously about breaking news. "Max Holden, the millionaire and well-known businessman..." Before she could finish the sentence, Max's image appeared on the screen. Amelia froze in place, her eyes widening in disbelieving shock. "Max...?" she whispered, her heart pounding fiercely. She stared at the image more closely, and as the details became clearer, the shock intensified. "Charles..." she uttered the name with trembling lips. She couldn't control her trembling hands, and she almost dropped the pillow from her grasp. Charles, the man she had loved so deeply, was none other than Max Holden, the groom she had fled from on their wedding day. He was the man she had believed she knew well, but he had deceived her with a different guise.