[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

❗️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.

- 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 -A second-chance enemies-to-lovers mafia romance- 'Till death do us part' was so much more than a vow for them It was Keira's refuge, Nikolai's sanity, and their redemption. Keira fell hard, they loved harder, but her secrets were closing in, and when she died in his arms, he'd hoped he did too. Except he never could have imagined that the wife he'd been morning for eight years was alive. He wanted to break her for ruining him. She vowed to fight him for it. However, they didn't consider that it was no longer about them. They had enemies who were waiting, empires built on blood, and in their passion filled games they forgot that all it would take was one breath for both of their lies and deciet to catch up, and destroy everything they weren't ready to lose all over again. ♤ ♡ ◇ ♧ Copyrights© 2020 @averymarinoxo All rights reserved. Warning: This story is a dark mafia romance. It contains substance abuse, explicitly sexual scenes, and violence. Reader discretion is advised.

His finger trailed up my thigh ever so gently causing my pussy complete torture. He knew what he was doing. He knew this was driving me completely crazy. Just as his fingers were trying to push past my underwear my hand grabbed onto his wrist. "Don't," I warned, in a low voice making sure nobody would notice. "Watch me fuck you in front of every single person here unless Tobias stops looking at you like that." He explained. I glanced over to Tobias who was looking angrier than ever. If Tobias didn't stop looking at me not only would my husband keep to his word, someone would send a bullet through his skull. * * * Scarlett Salvadore was to be married to a man she hated with all her heart to increase her father's power. Aleksander Petrov was to be married to a woman he hated with all his heart to make amends with some of the Italian mafia. When the two of them meet at a club without knowing their identities they are immediately drawn to each other. What will happen when the two of them discover each other's identity? Will it grow the passion they have for each other or will their families history destroy it? * * * "I hope you realize that you belong to me now. In fact, you've always belonged to me, before and after the wedding ring on that finger of yours." I rolled my eyes at his words, still not forgetting the things he said to me before. "I'm just as much yours as you are mine, and don't you forget it, Aleksander." I snapped, pointing at his hard chest. "Prove it." A smirk appeared on my lips. Men in the mafia always use their wives for sex. But why can't it be the women using their husband's? * * * Far from a cliché Started: Thursday 26th August 2021 Finished: Monday 15th August 2022 RANKINGS: 11 in Lust 6 in Italian 1 in Strong Language 1 in explicit

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.

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 for 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

[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

"Please don't hurt me" I begged. "Oh I'm not going to hurt you... not as long as you behave yourself" he said, leaning his face closer to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face and I could smell his cologne, it was a scent of musk and something darker... "But if you try anything..." he says, his voice taking a dangerous edge. "If you try to run or scream or otherwise cause any trouble... well then, I might change my mind". My heart rate quickened and I just nodded my head. "Good girl, you're making this easier for both of us". Suddenly, he grips my chin tightly, his body now fully pressed against mine, I could feel his hardness against my body and I let out an involuntary gasp. "Shh, you don't want to wake mommy and daddy do you?" I nodded my head, unable to form words . "Good girl, just do as I say and every thing will be fine..." ♥ A girl is separated from the only person who cared for her when she is sold to the Mafia. The person she's given to happens to be a cruel yet powerful Mafia King. As time goes by he can't help but feel possessive of her and starts caring for her in his own way. However the dangerous world they inhabit is anything but forgiving. Together they must navigate the dangerous world of the mafia and find a way to balance their relationship amidst a web of violence and deception. Will they be able to find a way to stay together or will the dangerous world they inhabit tear them apart and leave their story unfinished?. Find out in this thrilling story of danger, desire and redemption which will keep you on the edge of your seat till the very last chapter...

"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?

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*