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"Do you really think you can scare me?" she challenged. "Scare you? Little bird, I'm not here to scare you. I'm here to own you." "You can't just-" "Can't just what? Want you? Desire you?" "I fucking crave you, Isabella. Every thought I have is about you. Do you know what that's like?" She took a step back, but Renzo was on her in an instant, his fingers curling around her throat, pulling her closer. His touch burned through her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. "You don't get it, do you?" "You're mine. Every breath you take, every smile you give, it all belongs to me." She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who was in control. "Let me go, Renzo." "Let you go? Never. I'll chain myself to you before I let you go." "What if I don't want to be owned?" "You don't get a choice in this, Bella. You're going to be mine, in every way. You can fight it, or you can accept it, but either way, you're not going anywhere." "Renzo..." "I'll give you the world, Bella. I'll build you a fucking heaven, and if you want to turn it into hell, I'll burn with you. But one thing's for sure-you're never leaving me." She looked into his eyes, seeing the dark promise within. She knew he meant every word. 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

A normal girl with a beautiful heart who never know what love is caught the eyes of a cruel mafia king... His single glance can make the world tremble but her single word can make him stop... He is a monster and she is his master... She became the light of his dark lonely life... She became his weakness without his own acknowledgement... No matter what, even if the world aparts nobody can apart her from him... Is this love or obsession ??? He don't know but he want her at any cost... To be with him, To love him... Can she be able to cope up with his cruel broken heart and make it normal again with her love or will she lose herself in the process ??? Can she be able to turn the monster into human who will be able to feel the other's pain ??? What made him like this ??? Who is the reason behind this abyss ??? So many puzzles yet to be tackled... So many questions which are meant to be answered... To know the answers we have to get into the story... Their story where she became the... POSSESSION OF THE MAFIA KING

"Please... leave me" she whispered while trembling, tears spilling from her eyes as he stood so close, trapping her against the wall. "Why, love? Did I hurt you?" he asked gently. She nodded no. "Did I shout at you?" he continued tucking a tendril of her hair behind her ear.Again she nodded no. "Then why, love? Why do you want to leave?" he said, resting his forehead against hers.His breath was hot on her skin, and her body seemed to respond, craving more. "Just see how your body wants me..." he whispered, sealing his lips over hers in a deep, possessive kiss. 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 A 27-year-old enigmatic mogul, commands a vast business empire that spans industries and continents.His name is synonymous with power and wealth, yet he remains an elusive figure, shrouded in mystery. No photographs of him exist, and he never appears in public, cultivating an aura of intrigue and fear.Whispers of his dark methods and ruthless tactics circulate in hushed tones, painting a picture of a man who thrives in the shadows, commanding his empire with an iron fist. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 A 24 - years-old, is an acid attack survivor whose face tells a story of immense adversity, with one half bearing the scars of the attack and the other half remaining unscathed.Despite her remarkable academic achievements and stellar qualifications, she faces a relentless struggle to find a job.Potential employers see only her scars, disregarding her talents and capabilities, making her feel invisible in a world that judges by appearances.Her story is one of resilience and brilliance overshadowed by superficial judgments. What will happen when his eyes fall upon this little bird? Peep to know more. 18+ #2 Virgin Male ( 04/05/2025) This story contains mature themes and Torture and Murder Scenes. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's alre

His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart. Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness. Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in. Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

"rooh" I called but she curled up herself more into a ball trying to protect herself "please i-I am so-sorry I - I won't do-do it a-again pl-please leave me I - I am sor-sorry" she stuttered in fear making my heart ache. her words stabbed my heart painfully. I couldn't stand the pain that the love of my life was in so much pain . guilt and self loathe cloaked me at the thought of not being able to protect her from that monster but now that i have her ,I would go to any length to save her even if it would cost my own life "rooh ...please look up here, it's me " my voice came out to be broken just like my heart , her condition pained me . "please believe me I promise no one will hurt you , c'mon now come out " I practically pleaded as I forwarded my hand infront of her to take it. She slowly looked up to me and i smiled at her encouragingly , her gaze travelled from my hand to my eyes but reluctantly she held it . I helped to stand up but due to the weakness she stumbled upon me but i didn't let her fall down on the hard floor instead i held her in my embrace , I wished to have her like this for eternity , FOREVER IN MY EMBRACE . "wh-what a-are you doing here , a-are y-you here t-to s-save m-me" she asked , her eyes glistening with a new found hope. "y-yes"I answered ,she gasped when I suddenly scooped her in my arms and tucked her in the bed . "bu-but he will come here , you should go or he'll hurt you too" she whisperd , too scared to to voice out anything properly . "shhh nobody would hurt you rooh , you are safe FOREVER IN MY EMBRACE " Four souls with four different definitions of love ....... LOVE , LUST AND OBSESSION It's a war THIS BOOK HAS BEEN COMPLETED AND IS AVAILABLE ON DREAME

So you want me to forgive you right" I asked "Yes" He said without thinking for a second.. I was shocked will be an understatement "Ok then you want to play with fire than fine let's play... So you've to do whatever I'll ask you to do"... I said him after thinking for a second...... " I love to play with fire.... Sparkle" He said while smirking... Ughhhh..... Can i just smash his face it won't be bad right... now it's my time to smirk "So you have to......... " I said While smirking I know he won't do that I'll get a reason to make him stay away from me... Finally I won.. He didn't say anything just kept staring at me after few minutes of his staring seation he turned on his feet and went from here........... I know he was not gonna do that but somewhere I was expecting him to do that i don't know why... I am feeling like I've lost something precious but why... Don't know I think it's the end......... He is mafia king of all Don She is mafia princess He is devil She is nightmare He is Italian king She is his queen He has world on his finger She has him on her finger Let's start the love and revenge journey of Italian mafia and a broken soul from inside but for World she is strongest and for him she is like a baby who needs infinite love and care......

──── ⊹₊♕₊⊹ ──── A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim. He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness. Puppet : ~~~~~~~ He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love? I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before. Puppet Master : ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine. Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine. Ranks:- #1 in review out of 33.8k stories. #2 in awards out of 10.5k stories #3 in alphamale out of 3.22k stories.