She is lonely , scared and abused all her life . He wants to possess her to corrupt her to tame her . She's a naive little girl stuck with a big bad Russian mob boss who's obssesed with her . **Her pov:** My life has never been fair and I think nobody's there to be blamed I'm the one whose cursed . But I guess like moth is drawn towards light I'm also drawn to danger I know it'll kill me but what's left to save.He makes me feel things I've never felt before . **His pov:** "P p please"."You want more you like my fingers inside you .huh.Look at you how greedily you're taking my fingers in ,you wish it was my cock don't you my greedy little slut."I love the way she moans my name like its hail mary but I'm no saint and I'm not going to take her to heaven. I'm going to take her to my hell . She'll be my slut,my whore ,my kitten. _Mine_ He's her death but she's her lifeline. Here's a list of tigger warnings: Knife play. Gun play. Bdsm. Sexual deprivation. Role play. Breathing kink. Daddy. Dom. Sub etc

"You're annoying. I just gave a speech to you about trying to get me in bed and now here you are fucking staring at my ass." I shouted at him, he smirked while staring into my eyes. His stare made my feet feel like jello. "Asshole." I kept on walking. I was pushed up against the wall. "What did you just call me?" He pulled out his gun pressing it in my side, "I said asshole." I heard him groan. He looked down to see my knife pressed up against him. He looked back up at me. "What is going on here?" We heard the door open. Pushing ourselves off each other we quickly hid our weapons. I looked up to see Matvey staring at us. "Nothing. We were just exploring." ***** Annika Balakin, at a young age she had a normal life. With the sudden death of her mother, she was moved back to her mother's home country. Years have passed, treated unfairly and abused. Hurt and broken her mother's past was then facing her, a past she didn't know existed. Luka Stepanov is a mafia boss who was thrown into the world of blood and guns at a very young age. Feared among everyone, he runs the biggest mafia with a deep secret that could make his people turn against him. They say a broken heart can never be fixed, but can they? When two damaged souls meet will they be able to heal the other? What happens when family, secrets, the past and the death of her mother all come back adding up to something bigger. Will it change her life forever?

[This story contains mature content ( 18)] He is the demon to her hell that she needs to escape. Captor of her cage, that she wants to break free. She is the blood in his veins that he wants to bleed. The obsession of his desires that he lives to ruin. Alexei korolyov : Her damnation Depraved is the story between alexei and Alana A mafia prince and his captive 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘖𝘋𝘈𝘠. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦. [This story is purely based on fiction] #1 in rage

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳 "𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺" 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥..𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘺𝘦𝘴? #12 Russia #3 Toxic Love #12 psycho #15 russianmafia #4 killer #5 crazy #5 obsessed #22 psychopath #52 darkromance #5 violence ⛔️⚠️WARNING ⛔️⚠️this book contains Dark ROMANCE -there will be abuse in the relationship -Dark themes -Mature content -Rape -Smut and ect ⚠️You've been warned ⚠️ Start: December - January End: May 25

Black eyes. Soulless. Unforgiving. Grey. Ice-cold, but just enough that I'm able to melt it. Both make me feel something. The matter was, which one out-weighed the other? Rule-bound, my life feels more like a cage than it ever has. I have no opportunity to use my fire and break out- heat can only do so much. And then like a fish out of water, I have to attach myself to this man- a man I know is dangerous. But so am I. The thing is, I don't know just how much. Only when he touches me, looks at me, talks to me even if his voice is laced with Russian poison.. that's when I realize just what agreement I've accorded with. It's a crippling touch of fire everytime he's near, and the most dangerous thing of all- even more than him, is the fact that I don't hate it. Stone is what I see when I look into his eyes. I wonder, is his heart made of it too? Nikolas Volkov When a bloody feud between the Russian Bratva and the Cosa Nostra ends with one outback- I'm forced to put myself in a position I have no other choice but to fulfill. With the Pakhan on my back, eyes everywhere mean complying is the only option. Only when the moment comes, is when I realize just what I've gotten myself into. She's.. indecipherable. I don't know what the hell this feeling is. I know it's not good. But my body tells me it's not bad, either. I try to stay away, but feeling her tremble and light like a switch underneath my touch when she's so used to staying upright, it awakens a dark, fulfilling part of me. My heart's made of stone. It always has been. So why do I feel it sway whenever she's near? 17 Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

[Dark Mafia: fake Marriage] He dominated Russia with power that no one was able to acknowledge. His presence was felt at night and his power hovered over the atmosphere of Russia like an insane demon. Though there was something about him that was considered dark, his smile. His smile hid his alot, and many were those who feared his smile the most. Inna Grace Ruslan was in Russia with the need for money. She swore to do anything to get money even if it meant to lie about her baby brother being her son, and a random stranger being the father of her said 'son' Well, actions got consequences, though she wouldn't know that because this stranger had a smile that hid the dark side of the game she had pulled out. ____ Read at your own comfort. Dark scenes available 18 to enter this hell

Matteo:"you thought you could run away from me hun wifey"? Asked while roughly grabbing her hand Amelia:"N-no.. I wasn't trying to e-s..escape Ple-pls matteo I-just want some free-freedom"said while crying and fear Matteo:"amore don't you think it's been a long time since you got punished,that's why your talking nonsensical words"said with anger, next second Amelia was lying on floor crying with pain clutching her leg as Matteo SHOT HER LEG "this is the same leg that you used to escape see now I made it easy for you" Said with a sinister glint in his eyes

❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that. He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes told me he'd liked it. Just as I was close to release, he removed his fingers, and I let out a groan. His hands was still around my neck as he leaned forward, for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me, but that idea was carried away with the wind, instead he came closer to my ear and whispered. "Trouble makers aren't allowed to get pleasure." Then he let go... ~~~ 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪 was a daddy's girl, getting whatever she wants whenever she wants, but after her parents died in a house fire she decided to leave her spoil behavior behind her. Until the day she met Nicolas.

Mafia Dark Romance : ••••••••• she looked back and saw him coming towards her with red blood shoot eyes. She didn't even blink her eyes when he was standing in front of her with her small body pressed to his hard muscular one. A gasp escaped her mouth when he hold the back of her neck and pulled her impossibly closer to him. "Say no to this wedding." He whispered near her lips in a dangerous calm voice. Being scared out of her wits, she shooked her head negatively making his hold more tighter on her waist and nape and pulling her so close that she have to stand on her toe. "I will make your life living hell kitten." He whispered as his lips kept touching hers lightly. "I-I wo-won't." She whispered as tears perked in her eyes. He didnt said anything and kept looking intensily in her eyes. He knew that she isn't even breathing becoz of their proximity and he liked his effects on her. "Be ready then. Just remember you are the one who kept herself in this position. Now there is no going back." Saying this he kissed the corner of her mouth and left her nape. ••••••••••••••• She is cold. He is a burning fire. She is Innocent as dove. He is clever as a fox. She is an adopted. He is the heir. She is the beauty. He is the beast. She is scared of him. He is pissed of her. She loves everyone. He doesn't do love. She submits to everyone. He dominates everyone. Sparks will definitely arise when these two opposite soul will get tangle with each other. What will happen when the ruthless mafia meet an Innocent girl.

College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*