He's even more attractive up close, my nostrils are invaded with his expensive scent and sex appeal. My knees grow week in my seven inches platform heels. His perfect brow raised. "Did I not request for a private session?" My daze was broken as I blushed in embarrassment of literally eye fucking this man. I nodded slowly and cleared my throat. "There's a no touching rule, sir." I state breathlessly. He stared down at me intensely with a slight smirk on his full lips. "Go on." ******** Yanna has been stripping for a year to pay off medical bills, unknown to her that she is the daughter to the former don of the Italian mafia. An unexpected private session with a mysterious man, changes the course of her life as he is none other than Enzo Bernadi, the current don of the italian mafia who had been promised a wife by the former don. What happens as she is forced to wed Enzo and has to adjust to the life of a mafia don's wife. Expect thrilling plot twist, action, betrayals and most importantly, the steamy romance that'll brew due to their forced proximity. *Expect mature scenes*
Yanna
The familiar musky air of the club filled my nostrils as I walked through the back rooms where all the other girls changed to ready for their performance.
I felt nervous coming back after taking a few months from taking a break. It felt like I was the new girl all over again, my palms felt clammy and I couldn't get my heart to stop racing.
"Yanna!" Hailey called out as she rushed over to me, engulfing me in a tight hug.
"I'm so glad your back, this place hasn't been the same without you." she was in her pink cowgirl outfit ready for her performance.
I giggled softly "It's good to be back."
Hailey smiled and nodded. "I have to go right now but we're definitely hanging out later." She rushed out as our manager called out for her.
I quickly nodded with a smile as I watched her rush over to her waiting room.
Hailey was the first person to speak to me when I began stripping last year. She had only been in the business for a year but she helped me to know the ropes around stripping and taught me a few tricks for my performance and since then, we've been inseparable.
I made my way over to my vanity to get ready. Luckily, I still had time to prepare and calm my nerves a little before I went on stage.
Few minutes passed getting ready and I now sat in my matching red lingerie set, my curly hair was let out and in my strappy red platform heels. My nerves were all over the place as I constantly retouched my makeup.
"Hey Yanna, you're up next!." The manager called out.
I took in a deep breath, It felt like my first performance all over again. I adjusted my garter once more as I walked over backstage.
"Loosen up, you look stiff." My manager said.
"I feel stiff.." I frowned as I tried to relax.
Sighing loudly, he moved closer to me. "Relax, and break a leg."
On cue the flashing lights turned red indicating I was about to come on stage. Men roared as the announcer called out my name, I made a sultry pose as I knew my silhouette was in view. The roaring became louder as a sexy song came on, feeling the vibe of the song I walked on stage with confidence.
My performance was a blur, men roared as I gave them a view of my ass and climbed the pole. My skin glistened slightly with sweat as I twisted in a mid-air split, working my ass on the pole. Bills rained down on me but I couldn't forget the feel of a pair of eyes staring intently at me.
"Girlll, you ate that up." Hailey whistled as I came backstage from my performance.
I shook my head but laughed as I panted softly. "I definitely needed to let loose."
"Mm hmm." Hailey hummed in agreement.
The manager walked in as I was retouching my makeup. "Great performance but you've been requested for a private session."
I frowned. "I told you that I won't be taking any private sessions for the mean time."
He sighed but nodded. "I wouldn't have told you if it was just anyone."
"No, I'm not doing the session. Tell him I feel sick or something." I wasn't in the mood to dance for any slimy guy tonight.
"You can't say no, he's a very dangerous man." He stated.
I rolled my eyes, why can't men just listen when a woman says no.
"Then I'll go tell him no myself." I stood up abruptly.
"Wait, if he's the man that I'm thinking of right now, then just do the session, please." Hailey held my hand as she pleaded.
My brows furrowed in confusion. "Its fine, I'll just fake being sick to him."
Hailey didn't look so sure with my plan but she let me go. I followed my manager to the private rooms which only loaded men could book, it cost about thirteen grand to just book a room minus payment for the session.
My manager stopped in front of a door. "Be careful." He warned lastly as he left me standing in front of the door.
My nerves got the best of me as I walked into the dimly lit room.
In the corner of the room, seated on the leather couch is an olive skinned man taking a drag from his cigar.
I froze as his eyes met mine.
His eyes raked my form as I walked over to him cautiously. He's immaculately dressed in a black tailored suit, slightly unbuttoned collared shirt. His chain peeked from his exposed chest, he was in a very sexy man-spread as his veiny tattooed hands held his cigar.
Fuck, he's so sexy.
"You took your time." Even his voice was deep, gruff and don't get me started on his Italian accent.
I gulp instinctively, all thoughts of rejecting this private session has flown out the window. I bit my lips, trying to gather myself together.
"uhh.. yeah." What the hell is wrong with me!?
He clips off the end of the cigar rising to his full height. Damn... he's tall.
Even with my platform heels on, he still towered over me. I'm rooted at my spot as he walked leisurely towards me.
He's even more attractive up close, my nostrils are invaded with his expensive scent and sex appeal. My knees grows week in my seven inches platform heels.
His perfect brow raised. "Did I not request for a private session?"
My daze was broken as I blush from the embarrassment of literally eye fucking this man. I nodded slowly and cleared my throat.
"There's a no touching rule, sir." I state breathlessly.
His eyes darken as he stares down at me intensely with a slight smirk on his full lips.
"Go on."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Aria Wilson agrees to her step- sister offers to have a one night stand with an old man interchange for large amounts. It will be use for his brother’s operation. What they don’t know is the man she had sex with is turned out to be Jake Thomson! The most powerful man in Golden City, a multi-billionaire. Her step- sister Ayah, pretended that she is the one he was with that night so she is the on who gained wealth. Aria got pregnant and walked away but after five years she came back and her children…