“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.” * My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me “stepsister.” But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It’s anything but brotherly. There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don’t know what they are. But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape. Because whatever they are… I crave it. And once they claim me, there’s no coming back. One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular… One… * AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…
On a storm night, Kayla was stalked by a rogue and nearly lost her life. At the very moment she stood on the edge of death, her Alpha fiance, Frank, was busy celebrating his friend Macy's birthday. That was the night Kayla's heart finally died. The night before she was going to call the engagement off, Frank's uncle, Gideon, knocked on her door. Under the heavy moonlight, the man standing before Kayla was tall and intimidating. His dark gaze locked on her. "The Shadowfang Pack doesn't only have Frank. It has me. I'm here to honor the engagement." Gideon was the brutal Lycan King, a man feared by all. Half the she-wolves in Kingsford had spent years trying to win a single glance from him. But he alone knew the truth: deep in his heart lived the little girl he had loved for fifteen years. Through countless sleepless nights, he had envied his own nephew Frank. Envied him enough to go mad. Later, when Frank called, drunk and begging Kayla for another chance, Gideon was half-reclined in bed. His eyes turned lazy and molten as he looked at the girl beside him, the bite mark on her collarbone radiating silent intimacy. His voice was low and unhurried. "Nephew, why are you calling your aunt in the middle of the night?"
"Ah, no, please let me go! I can't do it again," Sofia cried as Leonardo thrust hard once more after cuming inside her for the fifth time. "You can. Now be a good girl and take me as deep as you can. You're my wife, and it's your duty to serve me in bed," Leonardo groaned, never stopping throughout the whole night. * Sofia's life takes an unexpected turn when she's forced to marry a billionaire mafia boss because her stepsister backs out. Sofia shuns the idea of marrying a wealthy man after her mother's life of hardship. However, her stepmother trades her off to the ruthless billionaire, Leonardo Morelli, in exchange for a business deal. Known as the devil, Leonardo Morelli lives up to his reputation—cold-hearted and merciless. He has never met Sofia but despises her, believing she's the daughter of a whore. Although their union is meant to last only three years, he vows to make her life miserable, blaming her for the last-minute bride switch orchestrated by their parents. As they navigate this contractual marriage, enduring each other's company becomes a daunting challenge. How will Sofia find a way to survive under the same roof as this formidable devil? Full of action, suspense, and thrillers. 18+ detailed sexually explicit content, B D S M, Hot Mafia Romance
She had been secretly in love with him for three years. They had kept a hidden relationship for three years. But one day, she heard a shocking truth from her best friend: he was already in a relationship with someone else. She finally realized she had only been a stand-in all along. To claim her father’s inheritance, she agreed to a blind date. But by mistake, she sat at the wrong table. “I’ll marry you,” she said calmly. “One year later, we end the engagement.” The man opposite her raised an eyebrow. “Fine. But why wait? We can register the marriage now.” Later, her ex saw the ring on her hand and regretted it. He grabbed her wrist with red eyes. “Let’s get back together, please.” Before she could respond, a hand wrapped around her waist from behind. A cold voice sounded: “So you want to be a homewrecker?” He glanced at her ex. “Sorry, you’re holding my wife’s hand.” “And if you don’t let go… I might break it.” Only then did the ex realize—she was now his rival’s wife.
“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.” * My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me “stepsister.” But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It’s anything but brotherly. There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don’t know what they are. But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape. Because whatever they are… I crave it. And once they claim me, there’s no coming back. One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular… One… * AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…
By the video from his so-called first love, showing them tangled together, she finally understood one thing. There was no point waiting for a man to turn back. She looked at the home she had built with all her effort. Leaving in a clean divorce? That would be too kind. She was never a self-sacrificing wife. If she was going to divorce, she would make sure she took back what she deserved—billions in compensation. After the divorce, she shone brilliantly. Suitors surrounded her endlessly, while he grew jealous and unhinged. One night, he got drunk and broke into her home, trying to kneel and beg for reconciliation. But someone else was already there. A man at the very top of the world stood beside her. A man who spoiled her beyond reason. A man who she loved with all her heart. Only then did he realize—he had completely lost the woman who once looked at him like he was everything.
