He didn't save her because he was kind. He saved her because he wanted her. When 17-year-old Alara stumbles into the wrong alley on the wrong night, she witnesses something she was never meant to see - the murder of a rival gang member by the city's most feared mafia heir, Lucien Valez. Instead of killing her, Lucien takes her. Claims her. Keeps her. Alara becomes his secret, his weakness, his obsession. He says she belongs to him now - body, heart, and soul. But in Lucien's world, love isn't soft. It's a cage. And every kiss comes with pain. Now trapped in a life she never asked for, Alara must decide: Can she escape him... Or will she burn for him instead?

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.

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

Book one in 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦 series. 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 has been shaped by sorrow, growing up in a home scarred by her parents' addiction. Despite it all, she became the light in the dark. After their death, she was sent to live with her wealthy grandparents. Now, ready for a fresh start at college with her best friend, she never expected to meet Hunter-or the fire he would ignite within her. 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 has been shaped by pain, growing up with an abusive, alcoholic father and a stripper for a mother. Fighting was survival, and when his brother tried to protect him by sending him away, he was left to face the world alone. Numb for years, he's forgotten how to feel-until Maddy. What happens when opposites attract? Will they heal or destroy each other completely, leaving only ruins behind? Welcome to Crestwood Elite, the world's most exclusive academy, where mafia heirs from across the globe come to master the skills of organized crime. 𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤: "I'm not doing anything!" Hunter's rough voice slices through the air. He's right next to me and I can feel his heat. His smell. 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. "Well, do nothing over 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. Away from me!" I point to a random car, further away from where we're standing. "And why would I do that?" He lifts a brow, amused. "Because I can't stand to be in your presence. You make me sick." He looks taken aback by that, but then his face darkens as he drawls. "You didn't seem to be sick when I had my tongue down your throat last night. In fact, I recall you moaning for more."

"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.

"That's it, moan my name like a fucking whore" he growls. "Oh my" she screams as she grips his hair as now he is licking it in most perfect way. She is now too close and Xavier nows it but he keeps sucking her harder. She rolls her eyee and arch her back as she release and Xavier taste all of it like he has been waiting for this. ............. "I know what you're hiding," he growled one night, pinning her against the wall. "And when I find out the truth, Rose, you'll wish you never stepped into my world." He wraps her throat with his one hand and caressing her thighs with another while smirking. ................. Rose was supposed to hate him. Xavier was the man who had ruined her life, the cold, ruthless mafia leader responsible for her family's murder. Her plan was simple: make him fall for her, betray him, and watch his empire crumble. But nothing about Xavier was simple. She should run, but it was too late. She was falling for the man she came to destroy. When revenge and desire collide, the price of betrayal might just be her heart-and her life.

"A knife. A kiss. And a contract neither of them can break." Anna knows three things: NEVER trust a man with a smile that dangerous, never let your guard down in enemy territory, and never-ever-mix business with desire. Rocco Marcello lives to break rules, especially hers. He's the enemy's right hand, the one man standing between her and her mission... and the one who shouldn't be able to get under her skin. But one night changes everything. A deal forces them into each other's shadows, and every glance, every touch, every whispered threat starts blurring the lines between loyalty and temptation. In a world where alliances shift like smoke and one mistake can get you killed, Anna must decide: Will she end him... or let him in? Because in this game, love isn't the risk. It's the weapon. Glimpse- Rocco's eyes lingered on the blade in her hand. "You always greet people like this?" Anna didn't flinch. "Only the ones I might have to kill." He laughed, low and dangerous. "Good to know I'm special." "You're not," she said, slipping the knife back into its sheath. "You're just in my way." He stepped forward until she could feel the heat of him. "And yet... you haven't moved me." Her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Not yet."

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.

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