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"Asad," she whispered deeply, and I felt myself losing control. Slowly, I brought my hand toward her neck. The V-neck of her outfit was as tempting as her hair and lips. When my hand reached her necklace-a simple yet elegant design with a circular stone and diamond engravings-I started playing with it. Looking up, I noticed her swallowing hard at my actions. "Yes, love?" I whispered deeply, my voice carrying the weight of my intent. I knew my deep voice was her weakness, and I loved how it affected her. "You're... too close," she said softly, her voice barely audible. "Am I not supposed to be?" I asked, my tone husky, watching as she gulped again, losing herself more and more to the point of no return. "But you hate me-" "You're mine, Aleena," I interrupted, warning her. My voice grew darker, the intensity in my gaze matching the claim I had just made. I knew I hated her, but she was still mine. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. If she hated me, so be it. It didn't matter because there was no way I would ever let her go, no matter how much I despised her. "I am not yours, Mr. Riaz," she shot back confidently, her glare fierce. That's exactly what I loved about her-she didn't fear me. She was queen of boldness, unapologetic, and intoxicatingly like hell! I chuckled at her response, my amusement tinged with anger. Grabbing her neck, I let my darkened grey eyes meet hers, my grip firm yet steady. "I'm not asking you to be mine, love," I said, my voice softening as her expression wavered. "I'm informing you-you are mine!" Her gaze turned to shock, leaving her too stunned to respond.

"You *thrust* are* thrust* my *thrust* woman," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he thrust deeper, each movement making me cry out in both pain and desire. I was beyond exhausted, my body aching from hours of relentless passion. "Adrian, please... stop," I begged, my voice barely audible, my eyes squeezed shut. The exhaustion was overwhelming; I could barely feel my legs anymore, my body on the brink of collapse. But his response was cold, unwavering. "Sleep, ocean. I won't stop tonight." And with that, everything went black. ............................................ He pinned me to the wall, his grip unforgiving, making me gasp in pain. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and for a moment, I wasn't scared of him-just terrified of what he might do to Luciano. "If you ever mention his name in front of me again, I swear, wildcat, I'll tear him apart with my bare hands," he snarled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. His words hung in the air, the threat lingering like a dark storm. "You are mine. Your body. Your soul. Your heart, too," he growled, his hands moving to unhook the only thing that separated us-my bra. "No protests today," he warned, his voice thick with determination. "I'll take you by hook or by crook." And before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed. ...............

❛ The Dark love of Mafia's ❜ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Secrets which are hidden. Some secrets are burned and some are buried beneath their feet, some are present and in front of their eyes yet unknown to them. Some are hiding the truth. While some were finding the truth. They met and the truth unfolds in front of them. Some are too naive to understand it while some are too ingenious in hiding it. And in the journey of finding their nightmares and the reason behind it they almost forgot that- the world is round and no matter how far they run from each other to hunt the truth , they will come back to each other because the Secrets are lying between them. Lying between them! THREE COUPLES = THREE STORIES and all are INTERLINKED with each other. ^•^•^•^•^•^•^ A multi Couple book ❤️

"𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚑... 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚜." ~ STANDALONE and COMPLETED. But you can read my First Book, 'HER VENGEANCE', for better understanding. ~ One morning, Aarna Brown, found herself in the hands of her captor. Who will do anything to make her suffer... But for what? He became her Tormentor and she became his weakness. He was the Dark ocean who never have seen a ray of sunshine in his life, and she was a ray of light, in his darkness. But what if he didn't want it to change? What if he just wants to live like the way he is? He can't let her change him. Never. Sneak Peek~> "Oh, offcourse you will say that now. But you know what, someone has to tell you all this. That how much of a monster you are! Even a monster is better than you!" He smiles, widely. "Sounds like a compliment." "You are unbelievable!" He inhales a deep breath. I know he is angry and trying to maintain his composure. He approached me again as I subconsciously takes a few steps back until my back touches the cold wall. He put his palm on both the sides of my head as I looks up at him. "Hm, unbelievable you say. My love, I must admit that you are unbelievably gorgeous, an angel dropped from heaven and landed in the hands of a devil. But, you should watch that pretty tongue of your sometimes." He whispers in my ear, his breath hitting my ear making my goosebumps erupt in an instant. "Or what? You will cut my tongue out? Just like you do to others who talk back and spits facts about you, at your face?" I says as harshly as I can. As much as I wants to hurt him just by my words, it seems like he doesn't care. He didn't even budge on what I says. Instead. He smirked. "Oh darling, I have better options for your tongue in that case." ~

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ I lifted my head up weakly and saw Elliott's deep green eyes gazing at me through my wet lashes. The madness and craziness in his eyes only made more tears stream down my cheeks. He was a complete psychopath. "Don't close those pretty eyes when I am making love with you, amore. Look at me, your husband." He rasped out and pounded inside me again, sending a painful jolt throughout my body. When was this going to finally end? I can't take this agonizing torture anymore. Tears blurred my hazy vision and a strangling sound left my throat when Elliott wrapped his hand around my throat. He was choking me mercilessly. I gasped for air and begged him to let me go but like always, he never did. He will never let me go. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on my jaw before we both came at the same time, his seeds filling my insides. I thought maybe this was the end, but he had other plans. He flipped me on my stomach, earning a whimper from me and whispered huskily near my ear, "Let's go for round two, shall we, my love?" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #3 in Darkromance #4 in Manipulation #5 in Plottwist #5 in Character Development #7 in Billionaire ● The first few chapters contain some plot holes and errors, but as you read more, the chapters will get significantly better with proper writing and character development. I

Eshaani × Viraj A person who makes people bow to him. Aggression is his passion and anger is in his blood. Ruthless and destructive force named VIRAJ THAKUR; enough to make people shiver and soul leave their body...but there is someone Joined hand, knees against the ground. A girl who is begging for her life. "Tumne mujse mera sab chin liya, abh mere pass bass mera naam bacha hai. Use mat chino pleasee! Main tumse haath jodkar keh rhi hun" (You have snatched everything away from me, all I have left is my name. Please don't snatch it from me, I beg you.) And within a second she was pressed against his chest with an imposing force, looking at her feet she realised SHE MESSED UP. With his index finger he raised her chin high enough to make her fearful eyes meet his raging eyes that had a hint of guilt but he brushed it away... "Princess, don't ever beg infront of anyone. Until and unless you are laying under me-with heavy breaths, sweaty body, and every inch of your fragile body being worshipped by me as you are crying and begging for more but I won't stop until I consume your whole self" he said with low and erotic voice which was hard to resist. She was shocked, feeling disgust in his arms, she struggle to free herself from his grip but it was just getting stronger. He was tightening his grip against her with every passing second. He was so close to her, her breath was getting mixed with his whiskey breath and his eyes travelling from her eyes to lips and to neck and stopped at the mole on her neck which was turning him on. Unknowingly his free hand travelled to her face caressing her cheekbone and slowly travelled to her neck making her feel electricity in her whole body... and soon stopped at her mole "Can I ?" Eshaani had every happiness one could hope for but she was still unhappy. But her plain life turned upside down when she caught the eye of Viraj. Will they make their way to the end or his obsession ends her in a dead trap?

What had I done? Rajveer Pratap Ranawat was a crime lord, king of the fucking underworld and I was here, in his den with nothing but a notepad and a pen. His presence was suffocating, bone chilling. "You think you can uncover my secrets, Miss Sharma?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game." I squared my shoulders, trying to muster the same bravado that had carried me into this lion's den. "I'm not playing," I retorted, my voice betraying a hint of defiance laced with unease. "I'm here for the truth, no matter how deep it runs." A predatory smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill through me. "Oh, I know your kind," he murmured, taking a slow step closer until his presence enveloped me. "Bold on the surface, trembling underneath." "I'm not afraid of you," I insisted, though the way his fingers brushed against my arm sent a jolt of electricity through me. His expression hardened, his grip tightening just enough to convey his power. "You should be," he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. "In my world, fear is survival." His eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity, a challenge and a warning wrapped into one. "You are already in deeper than you realize," he murmured, his voice softening imperceptibly. "And now that you are in, there is no turning back." The room seemed to close in around us and then is when I realised that I had stepped into a dangerous game-one where the lines between adversary and attraction blurred dangerously, threatening to consume me in ways I never imagined possible. "And you, my Dove," Rajveer's voice cut through the thick silence like a blade, chilling me to the core. His tone held a possessive edge, cold and commanding. "look like you are meant to be mine. And what is mine," he paused, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, "stays with me."

BOOK TWO OF DARK SERIES "Jo karta hun puri shiddat se karta hun, abb chahe woh nafrat hi sahi. Aur uss nafrat ki hadd junoon mein badal gayi. Tumhe paane ka junoon". ~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•° Reyansh Rai Singhania, 28 years old, a billionaire and King of his own business Empire. Cunning, notorious and loves to play dirty games to trap his prey. But behind the facade of cruel bastard resides a broken man who was despised by his own family, who left him at his worst, he is all alone in need of a companion. Aastha Rajput, 26 years old, a doctor thriving to reach heights of success. She's kind to those who deserves and has potential to show right place to the jerks. Her 'go and fuck off' attitude indeed keeps them far away from her. She's getting engaged to her old school crush unaware of the upcoming storm. When fate plays, it plays hard, it will throw you in the games that were never meant to be yours. "You let him touch you, my minx, do you know what I do to them who touch my property? His words were dangerously calm, an invitation of death. "He's my fiance, for god's sake, he has all rights over me w----- "Never.ever.repeat.that. or I might fvck you right in front of him, and no one can stop me". He uttered grinding his teeth. It's true though, he is capable of crossing all boundaries, what he said is probably easiest for him. "I'm not your property". I spat back, knowing very well, it ignited his rage. "Ohh really, my minx . He stepped forward, his eyes darker than earlier. "keep that in mind, you're mine to ruin, mine to claim and mine to break". I don't want to accept but that's true, the leash of my life is in his hands.... It's him and me, end of the story, even if he's the villain. "Just like I save people, I can kill too. Get lost before I rip your limbs out". Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. Desperate to secure her father's life-saving surgery, Aamirah is faced with an untenable choice: marry the enigmatic and reclusive Osman bin Abdullah Al syed, a man she has only heard whispers about. Osman's condition for their union is clear-Aamirah must become the caregiver for his infant Son, a child orphaned by tragedy and in need of a mother's touch. As Aamirah steps into her new role, she finds herself navigating the complexities of aristocratic life while tending to the needs of a fragile infant and adjusting to her new husband's distant demeanor. Despite the initial coldness and the burdens of her new responsibilities, Aamirah's compassion and resilience start to soften Osman's heart. Would you like to join her journey?

" stop fucking following me !!" she typed in her phone and send it to an unknown number...she doesn't even know the person who knows every freaking things about her ...... " you think you can stop me " there comes another reply from that unknown number she gripped her phone tightly and looked at the screen gulping hardly...she threw her phone in the bed and ruffled her hair in frustration....but soon an bip sound caught her attention...her heart was beating like crazy with shaky hands she took her phone and opened her msg box " what happened kitten? scared ?...I know you are seeing my msg ..so you better reply me " she looked at the msg and wide her eyes unknowingly tears started to well in her eyes her breathing became uneven but......again another msg popped up " breath baby breath calmly.....am I the reason that your heart is beating like this ?" she read the msg and anger build in her body " who the hell are you huh!! why you are doing this to me" she typed aggressively...but there was no reply from that number anymore...she thought maybe she is free now but .....after 1 min ..her phone buzzed again..with shaky hands she took her phone and ........ " your secret admire 🖤"