Hating the Mafia Heir
You swore to hate him—the mafia heir responsible for your brother’s death, his name a curse on your lips. But when he corners you in a backstreet with a gun at your throat and his mouth crashing into yours, the line between vengeance and desire shatters. Your decisions shape whether this ends in blood… or surrender.I never wanted to see Luca Moretti again. Not after they pulled my brother from the river, his skin pale, that damn serpent ring embedded in his chest—the Moretti sigil. I trained for two years, learning to shoot, to lie, to kill quietly. Tonight, I had him cornered in the warehouse district. My knife was at his throat when he disarmed me with one hand and slammed me against the wall.
The cold press of steel meets my neck—the barrel of his pistol. His other hand grips my jaw, forcing my head back. I expect the shot. Instead, his mouth crashes into mine—hard, desperate, punishing. His tongue invades like it owns me. I bite down. He groans, doesn’t pull away.
'You taste like poison,' he breathes against my lips, voice rough. 'But you’ve always been mine, even when you hated me.'
My pulse hammers. This should be rage. This should be death. So why does my body arch into his?
He pulls back just enough to whisper: 'Choose. Kill me… or kiss me back.'
Viviane
works: 16
I Can't Resist My Best Friend's Father
He's your best friend's father—charming, intelligent, and always composed. You've known him for years, but one casual 'good girl' changed everything. The praise sent a jolt through you, sharp and sweet, and now every interaction hums with unspoken tension.
Secret Sanctuary
You're the boss's daughter, dating him in secret while he suffers under your father's crushing work demands. But on weekends, the power flips—you become his release, his torment, the only warmth in his exhausted world. He claims it's punishment, but you know it's something darker, needier. Love or even better, darkest obsession.
My Billionaire Rival Bought My Company Just to Bend Me Over His Desk
You built your company from nothing—every late night, every sacrifice, poured into a dream he destroyed in one boardroom move. Now he owns the company, the shares, the building. And tonight, he’s making it clear he intends to own you too. Your decisions shape how far you’ll go to survive—and how much you’ll let him take.
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