Dangerous Love: My Pet Princess

"And that is the reason why I said those words. I like your fear, not because it is a normal thing. I love it because deep down you are a monster like me, schiava. You fear me on a primal level, you can feel my power and dominance, and you know you aren't the strongest here. So you don't fear Renzo Valentino the human, you fear the monster that lurks inside." My life changed the night of my birthday. What started as a funny dare ended with blood and having a price on my head. I thought Renzo was the hero who saved me that night, but he was the devil who owned me forever. I, Misha Yakov, princess of the Russian mafia became Renzo Valentino's slave. He broke me, tortured me, and molded me into something new, something I hated and craved at the same time. I, Misha Yakov became my master's pet.

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Renzo,

"abbiamo una situazione, signore"

"We have a situation, sir."

Dino said cutting off my mussing, I have been on edge and nervous recently, it might be because of that girl and might not, but what I know is that I need to focus.

So when he entered my office abruptly, I welcomed the distraction. I can't be left alone with my...destructive thoughts. Thoughts that are telling me to keep someone here with me.

I stood up without asking him anything and just followed, but I had never thought that the reason behind all these thoughts of this messy mind of mine would be in front of me.

"che diavolo è successo e perché hai quella faccia? è viva? respira?"

"what the fuck happened and why are you looking like that? Is she alive? Is she breathing?"

I asked Luka who looked bloody and messy, he looked like he was fighting for his dear life and barely made it.

But then my eyes landed on the woman who was lying on my couch and breathing harshly and barely looking alive.

I crouched in front of her and touched her neck, trying to feel her heartbeat, and then I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding inside.

Luka dropped into a chair beside her and rubbed his face tiredly before answering me.

"I went to check on her as you said and found her throwing a tantrum, and after she calmed down a little, I began to examine her. But then shit hit the fan, and we were attacked."

The doctor said, making me frown deeply without saying anything because this didn't make any sense. Who would be stupid enough to attack the house of the leader of the Russian mafia?

But then the man whispered a sentence, and it made me freeze for a second.

"Black double headed eagle tattoo."

I threw my head back and cackled as if I heard something funny, which was true, but infuriating at the same time. THE ALBANIANS!

They are back! And they want to mess with me like they did before with my family.

"Tell fucking everything, I want to know how and when and why?"

The doctor told me everything that happened in the Russian villa and I took it all in. It was an awful experience for the girl but I won't lie I was happy when I heard that the Russian bastard was dead now.

Something was off about him and it wasn't the way he regarded me and the hatred that showed in his eyes. It was the way he looked at Misha.

It was full of possessiveness and love, the fucker acted and treated her as if she belonged to him and he wasn't just her bodyguard and it was his duty to protect her.

But in the end, I guess he did his job well, and he protected her till the last moment. Rest in fucking hell, motherfucker.

Misha began to stir, and I stood towering over her, waiting for her to wake up entirely. I have so much to tell her, but first, let me give her the news.

Let me tell her what has been plaguing me for days after that call with her father and I didn't give him my answer so far.

"Hmmn....where....ahhh...Artem! where is Artem? ARTEM!"

She started to say softly, then she screamed the dead man's name, making me grit my teeth, but it was ok. We will work on it.

"You are in my house, a Russian princess. My man had saved you and brought you here."

I said cocking a brow at her and she stared at me as if she didn't understand a word I said, she tried to stand up even though she seemed dizzy. The stuff Luka gave her must be strong.

"What? No, I need to go back and check on Artem, he is alive, I'm certain of it. He will never leave me like this. He always made sure I was safe and sound before even collapsing. This wasn't the first time something like that happened and won't be the last."

She babbled, and I cocked my head to the right, watching her as she stood up on shaky legs, trying to leave.

But when she figured out where the door must be, I gripped her by the collar and made her look at me.

"You are not going anywhere, you are here in my home now, under my protection and mercy."

"You can't talk to me like that and certainly can't treat me as if I was something you own or a property of yours."

I growled at her and she snarled back, making me smirk and I brought her face closer, our noses almost touched.

"Actually, I own you now, or at least for the time being, your father gave you to me, princess or I might say, piccolo schiava" "little slave."

She watched me as fear took over her features and all the fight lost her, making me a little disappointed, and then she kept chanting.

"No, my father loves me, he will never do that to me. He loves me."

I let her go, making her drop to the ground, then I headed back to my office and called Akim, he must have known everything by now, but I'm not sure if he knows about his daughter being here.

The man answered from the second ring and without any introductions he asked me directly.

"Is she alive? Did they harm her?"

I dropped in my chair behind my desk and turned around to the wall window, looking outside and watching nothing before answering him.

"She is wounded but she will survive, don't worry, I will take care of her. Did you know the identity of the people who did this?"

I gritted out the last part and I heard the man on the other side of the phone take a deep breath before he answered me.

"I'm not stupid Renzo, I know exactly who they are. I have known since that strip club incident but I wanted to be sure. I thought that they would leave us alone after what they had done to both of us."

The man said tiredly, and I just chuckled, motherfucker is delusional. He thought that this blood debt was over, but it was only overdue.

"You know them Akim, they are like rabid dogs with a bone, they want to swallow us and take over the state, I'm still trying to figure out what did Franco play in this charade but it doesn't matter the fucker was useless anyway."

The man didn't comment on what I just said, but I am sure that he knows I was right, this was never over, they were lurking in the dark watching us and waiting for the right moment to bounce.

"so I take it that you agreed to take her in?!"

He then asked softly, and I knew he was talking about his daughter, he wanted me to keep her safe and help her leave the country soon.

"I told you, Akim. I am a man with needs you can't expect me to have her with me 24/7 and be a saint."

I joked with him, trying to lighten up the mood even though I was telling him the truth. I have been craving her since the moment I saw her, but I have been controlling myself. The leash was so tight already and the temptation was stronger than my willpower.

"She is yours, Renzo, only while she is with you, but after that, you will forget about her and let her live her life. I don't want my daughter to suffer like her mother."

The man said, then he hung up, making me close my eyes tightly before hitting my head against my chair.

"Wasn't this what you wanted? You already called her a slave before the call."

Dino said from behind me, making me open my eyes then turn around to face him. He was right and wrong at the same time.

I want her but I don't as well, I was afraid once having her I would never let her go.

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I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son. "Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics." Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out. Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold. To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping. Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money. As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden. "Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen." Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul. Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders. The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer. But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late. Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort. I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies. Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.

Horror Romance Werewolf

9.3

Bound By Contract To The Beast Warlord

9.3

I woke up in a freezing, desolate wasteland, my body weak and covered in sores. A mechanical voice in my head informed me that I was a defective rabbit-mutant, and if I didn't conceive within twenty-four hours, I would die permanently. The terror was suffocating, but the system left me no choice. To survive the brutal cold and the decay of my own heartbeat, I had to force a pregnancy with a stranger. I stumbled through the snow, my fingers turning blue, until I found a massive, wounded Arctic Fox-mutant in a dark cave. He was a Tier-9 predator, dying and radiating the exact heat I needed to stay alive. I threw away my dignity, crawling into his fur to merge our energies, desperate to trigger the life-reset protocol before my time ran out. I felt like a monster, forcing myself onto a man who didn't even know I existed, just to keep my own heart beating. How could I ever face him if he woke up? Why did I have to be the one to pay the price for this twisted, mechanical ultimatum? The fusion was a success, but when I woke up the next morning, the apex predator had me pinned under his massive claws, his fangs inches from my throat. I didn't beg for mercy. I stared into his feral, ice-blue eyes and made a deal that would change everything: I would be his anchor, and he would be my protector. But then I dropped the final, terrifying truth: I was pregnant, and he was the only one who could save us.

Horror Romance Vampire

8.7

Bound to the Beast Mafia Boss

8.7

I make my living binding monsters to their promises. But Silas Malphas is the one monster I never should have touched. As a Thread-Binder, I can see the glowing, invisible strings of loyalty, debt, and lies connecting everyone in the city's supernatural underworld. It makes me the ultimate contract lawyer-and the perfect infiltrator. My mission is simple: secure a job in the inner circle of the House of Malphas, the city's most ruthless monster syndicate, and steal the Primal Ledger from their lethal heir. Silas Malphas commands the shadows themselves. He is arrogant, dominant, and terrifyingly elegant. But the most dangerous thing about him isn't his power-it's that when I look at him, I see *nothing*. He is a void in the magical spectrum. No debts. No loyalties. He is completely unreadable. I was supposed to betray him. But as I am dragged deeper into his golden cage of high-stakes negotiations and blood-soaked boardroom politics, the lines between my mission and my dark attraction to the Beast begin to blur. When a rival faction launches a deadly coup and my cover is blown, I am left with a terrifying choice. To survive the night, I must forge a blood-oath contract with the very monster I was sent to destroy. I'm no longer just his lawyer. I'm bound to the Beast.

Horror Mafia Modern

8.7

Claimed by three Alphas

8.7

Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead. A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety. The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize. Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure. "Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more. Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely. "Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans. Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever. Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper. Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership. Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️

Action Horror Mafia

7.6

He Broke My Spirit, I Soared

7.6

I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history. But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me. He swam past me. He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water. When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl. "You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home." Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her. I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife." He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps. He was wrong. While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room. I was packing his ring into a cardboard box. I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead. By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.

Horror Modern Romance

8.3

He Erased Me, I Erased Him First

8.3

On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news. He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city. The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.” For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets. My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me. So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts. He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked. He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree. He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.

Horror Modern Romance

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