𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝. I'm in love with him but he's in love with my younger sister and has made that painfully clear to me. "Who are you in love with?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with Isabella, your sister. She's the only woman I truly care about," he admits, revealing his feelings for my younger sister after we had just gotten married, it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. "I'll fulfill my role as your husband, but don't expect any love or affection. This marriage is just an agreement between our families, nothing more. Do you understand?" His words are cold, piercing through me like arrows. I fight back the tears threatening to fall and manage to reply, "I understand." But my pain would not last long, not until I meet Mr. Russo, Marcello's father who was that head of the Mafia, a dangerous and powerful man who stole my heart.

My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted his hard on against my body. He then leaned to kiss me, long and angered, forcing for the tears beneath my closed lids to burn like acid. His teeth nicked my bottom lip and a cry of pain pushed through my throat. My nails clawed his forearms in retaliation but that never stopped his assault on my lips. He showed me how fucking vulnerable my body was beneath him and his words from the other night pricked my conscience. I assembled my guts and pushed his body back. I tried to step past him but he held my upper arm and pulled me back against the ropes. "Let go of me, Hades." My voice wavered. He stared down at me for a brief moment before releasing his hold and backed away. "Gladly." Hades D'amiano- vain, narcissistic and a lethal weapon. Mia Faye- seductive, assertive and a fatale lie. Secrets, love and betrayal to unfold

Elena Rosalie Valentie's quiet life shatters when she's kidnapped and sold to the ruthless Italian mafia leader, Adrian Dalassio Vervelli. Cold, dangerous, and obsessively possessive, Adrian takes her as more than just a debt payment-he makes her his. Trapped in his world of power and control, Elena battles fear, defiance, and unwanted desire as escape grows impossible. Yet when danger from Adrian's past threatens her, he becomes both her captor and protector. As fear slowly twists into fascination, an intense bond forms-one built on obsession, betrayal, and dangerous love. Enemies. Prisoner. Lover. Their story isn't about perfection-it's about surrendering to love born in the shadows. ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ •••••• "You know," he said, his voice low, "just standing there... makes me want to take more than just your attention." He said as hid fingers grazed her thigh. Elena's heart slammed against her ribs. She tried to steady her voice. "You're insane." "Insane?" he echoed, sliding up her leg with one fingertip. "Or... obsessed? Every part of you makes it impossible to think straight.I Impossible not to touch and devour ." Her breath hitched as his hand slid to her waist, brushing against her back and then lingered. "I... I can't believe you" "You can," he murmured, leaning so close her lips almost brushed his. "But you won't. Not because you don't want to, Sweetheart.. but because you are afraid you'll feel what I feel. And once you do... you'll be mine in ways you can't fight." Every word, every movement, every scrape of his fingers across her skin set fire to her nerves. Fear, desire, frustration-all tangled into a delicious ache she couldn't escape. And he knew it. 𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯 𓂃✿𓈒𓏸

As he leaned in closer, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face and his tempting lips mere inches away from mine. Our eyes locked onto each other, unable to look away as the tension between us grew stronger. We both knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. His tone was low and intimate, "Ana, there were times I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. It wasn't just missing an old friend; it was missing you. I didn't realize how much you truly meant to me until you were no longer around. Life felt duller without you." His lips brushed against mine in a kiss that felt both familiar and the appeal of an uncertain future. The world around us disappeared, leaving only the heartbeat of a moment that whispered of what could be. His lips were a perfect combination of softness and a hint of rough passion. His muscular arm encircled my waist, pulling me into his lap. Our lips moved together as if they were made for each other. Dante's warmth, coupled with the musky undertones of his cologne, enveloped my senses. A surge of desire awakened a long-forgotten greed, a craving I hadn't felt in years. Every subtle collision of our chests sent a shiver through me. Beneath the fabric of my shirt, my nipples hardened under my shirt. Each brush of his lips ignited a cascade of tingles, electrifying sensations that traveled every inch of my body. Stifling a moan became a battle against the ripples of pleasure he effortlessly stirred within me. As we pulled away, I met Dante's eyes, his eyes held a depth of longing, a silent plea for more. I only could hope that the same didn't show within mine. The line between friendship and something more had blurred. Our eyes met in a shared acknowledgment. Emotions of embarrassment and guilt collided within me, an internal lecture echoing amidst the tense air. "Dante," I began, my voice a whisper, "You need to take me home." #1 in possessive 6/16/24

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

__❤︎ The Maid and the Mafia King ❤︎__ Losing her father at the age of 20, Bella started to search for jobs. Not to mention, she already was doing 2 jobs. But they were not enough to pay her father's debt. With the help of her friend's cousin, she got the job of working as a maid in a big mansion,owned by a multi billionaire. She heard the owner of the mansion was young and the mansion too screamed rich and power. But what she didn't know was the owner of the mansion was feared by people, the most perilous Mafia king of Italy and around the world. She didn't know one more thing. That the ruthless Mob king was going to claim her 𝑯𝑰𝑺 no matter what. _________ "Sshhh.. no one cares," Lucifer's hot breath hitting my neck as his lips slowly tracing down to my collarbone. "No please- w-we shouldn't ahh.." I gasped as he took the skin of my sweet spot between his teeth. "Don't open your mouth. I won't be responsible for what I would do to you if you open your sweet mouth again, " he didn't give me time to response before he claimed my lips possessively. ________ •[ WARNING ] Contains MATURE CONTENT, VOLGAR LANGUAGE, ABUSE. (18+) _________ Started: 12/08/20 Completed: 24/11/20 •°•°•°• [Cover by me]

BOOK #1 "What are you going to do? You can't kill me. I am the most skilled person in this mafia hands down. Hell.. I even beat you! 'The big, bad mafia Don'," I said putting my face infront of his to show that I'm not intimidated. He then looked at me as if I was his prey. I mean I know I'm hot, but I didn't think I was that hot. I brought his face closer to mine. I shivered as his lips very lightly grazed mine.

"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️) He used to make men kneel. Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear. Damian doesn't rule anymore. Not when he's under me. Not when he begs. They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker. But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat. A trembling body caged in silk and steel. Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely. I don't need knives to break him. Just a hand at his throat. A kiss that doesn't stop. A voice in the dark telling him what he is now: Mine. He hates me. He wants me. He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me. And soon, he will. No thrones. No power. Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more. This war won't end with bullets. It'll end with him on his knees.

He strokes himself with his eyes closed, and there he is-laid out in front of him, thighs parted, skin slick with desire. He imagines his hand sliding up that throat, feeling the shiver rise under his palm before tightening just enough to draw a gasp. His mouth would follow-hungry-down that taut chest, licking, biting, until a rough moan spills out. He knows how that body would respond: the way the hips would lift, aching for more, when his tongue moves lower, so much lower, tasting that salty, trembling skin. And those eyes... those 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 eyes drowning in pleasure, staring back at him with that kind of yielding that would drag a growl from his chest. He sinks deeper into it-deeper into the vision-imagining his fingers there, buried to the knuckles, while the other writhes beneath him, lips swollen from begging too long.