
One Night, Now He Wants Me.
"You are getting married, huh?" A shrill voice asked me from behind. "You don't look happy.'
"It's a complicated situati..." He cut me off.
"I can make you happy."
My eyes darted between his lips and eyes, he noticed my indecision and locked his lips with mine.
While battling with betrayal, Iris melts into a mafia's touch without knowing who he is. Now she must bear all the consequences that follow.
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3.
Iris pov.
"Where is everyone going?" I asked as I watched every person in the club being ushered out by men in black.
"I made them leave. You wanted to be alone." The hot man close to me said.
He had been entertaining my blabbering for a while now.
I took a good look at him with my almost blurred vision, it will be an understatement to call him handsome. His blue eyes were fixated on me as if he was in a trance, but I could not shake off the dangerous feeling I was getting from him.
"That's a lie, they probably got bored and decided to leave." I was almost slurring. The alcohol was really hitting me hard.
"If you say so. What did you want me to do?" He asked. "Something about making you forget someone."
I clapped my hands excitedly. "Oh I remember. I really do."
Without wasting any more time, I place my lips on his. My eyes were still open when our lips met and I could see different emotions on his face, confusion, fear, surprise and delight.
I pulled away for some air, but this stranger was not having it. He dragged me back in and began the most amazing French kiss I had ever had. I melted, unable to pull away from him.
"Damn! You taste so good." I was talking in his mouth, when everything suddenly turned black.
***
I knew it was 2am because my special alarm sound was on. My head was hurting terribly, I was in bed but it did not look like mine.
"Where am I?" I asked no one in particular as I quietly got off the bed, after noticing I was in a Tee shirt that was two times my size.
I rushed into the bathroom to check myself, but I came out looking even more confused. "What did I do?"
As I looked around in confusion, I noticed him sitting at a corner of the room. His bare back which was facing me, gave me all the introduction I needed. There were scars from gunshots, knife fights and more on it. He had a towel wrapped on his waist and earbuds in his ears.
That explains why he did not react to all the sounds I made. Without thinking I walked up to him and tried to see what he was doing. My eyes landed on the laptop screen where an angry man seemed to be swearing at him. When our eyes met, he smirked and said something. The towel man quickly shut the laptop and turned around to face me, almost immediately.
"You're up?" He half asked, half said.
"Were you expecting me to sleep forever?"
"You're sassy." He noted.
"Oh yeah! Is that why you forced yourself on me?"
"What do you mean by that?" He looked genuinely confused. "I will never take advantage of a woman, who's not in a normal state."
"You're trying to play smart with me, why am I not in my clothes?"
"Because I had the maid change your clothes, you threw up on the other one."
That sounded plausible.
"Why am I here then?"
"Because you passed out."
"Why didn't you take me home?"
"I don't know where you live, I don't even know your name."
I crossed my arms, looking for what to find fault with, but the interior design of the room was really fascinating. "Well, that makes sense."
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking at me in pure concern.
I was stunned for a second before replying. "I think so. Did you touch me?"
"Do you want me to?" There was a dangerous glint in his eyes.
He stood and moved closer to me, until there was no space between us. I stopped breathing, because my eyes were lost in his. The sound of my phone ringing broke the moment.
I scurried over to the bedside table where my phone was. It was Mike. Memories about what he did started flooding my mind but I picked up regardless.
"Hi."
"Hey babe, where have you been? I checked your house, but you weren't home."
"I went out." I told him in an emotionless tone. "I will be home later in the day."
"What time babe? We need to meet with the designer for your wedding gown."
I took a look at the wall clock, it was 2:30am.
"Maybe in the evening, I'm sleepy right now. Did you even check the time?" I queried.
"I'm sorry, I was just worried since I could not get to you. Sleep tight, I love you babe."
"Me too." I yawned and ended the call.
There was no way I could say I love him, not after what he did to me.
"You're getting married, huh?" A shrill voice asked from behind.
"Shit! You scared me." I jumped because I was startled.
I had forgotten about the man that was making me feel butterflies, a few moments ago.
"I supposed to." I answered his question.
"You don't look happy."
"It's a long story..." I started but he cut me off.
"Let me make you happy." He closed the space between us again.
My eyes darted between his eyes and lips in indecision, he must have noticed it because he smiled and locked his lips with mine.
My hands wandered all over his body as we kissed, until it got to his crotch. It was hard. The thought of that alone was getting me wet. As if the towel wanted things to get spicy, it dropped to the floor. I broke from the kiss and stared at his naked frame, which was perfect...if you ignored the scars he had.
"Take off every piece of clothing on your body." He ordered. "I want to see you."
His intense gaze was making me obey everything he said. I took off every piece of clothing under his eyes. For the first time, I felt confident standing naked in front of a man. Mike made me conscious of every little detail but this man made me feel perfect.
"You are beautiful." He said. "But you're missing something."
"What's that?" I was curious.
"My full length inside you.
My legs got wobbly, I was not expecting that.
He carried me to the bed and spent a decent time on foreplay with me, making me so needy and wet.
Mike never did that.
I was beyond redemption at this point. I wanted him, every part of him. But he stopped.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked me.
I almost lost my mind. "Seriously?"
"Once I go in, you are mine forever." He sounded serious. "I don't share, especially when it comes to my woman."
"You're talking too much."
"Can I fuck you, my lady?"
"By all means, yes." I wanted him completely in me.
That was all he needed, because he had me in all possible ways and positions.
I felt like a queen.
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8.8
I am the best esports jungler in the league, but I've been hiding a severe wrist injury just to keep my team alive in the semifinals.
Right in the middle of the crucial tie-breaker game, our mid-laner deliberately walked into the enemy team and died without casting a single defensive spell.
He was match-fixing for offshore betting sites, throwing away our entire season for a massive payout.
Because of his betrayal, we had to sub in two terrified rookies, and we were absolutely slaughtered. The stadium crowd booed us out of the arena. The internet exploded with pure vitriol, trending hashtags calling me a washed-up fraud who hid on the bench to save my own stats. The media demanded I retire immediately. My physical therapist gave me a grim ultimatum: my shredded nerves only allow me four hours of playtime a day before my right hand completely locks up.
I destroyed my own body for this team, only to be sold out by a coward and crucified by the very fans I bled for. Why should my legacy end in total disgrace because of someone else's greed?
I refuse to step down. I forced the traitor out, ignored management's safe roster choices, and locked my eyes on the most toxic, universally hated streamer on the platform.
"He's a walking PR nightmare," my coach warned.
I don't care. He is an arrogant, unhinged killer in the game, and I am going to make him mine.

8.9
WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY!!!
This erotica collection is raw, hot, intense, and packed with deliciously filthy fucktwists that will leave you breathless.
Each story is steamy, gripping, and driven by compelling plots that pull you deep into forbidden desire.
You will find A strict 59-year-old professor bends his tempting student over his desk and growls that she's been a very bad girl.
A college student wakes up sore and dripping in her biggest rival's bed, with no memory of how many times he fucked her senseless.
Her hot stepdad has a secret camera aimed at her bed. When she catches him watching, she doesn't rage - she spreads her legs and gives him the show of his life.
A seductive woman is the only weakness of a ruthless mafia king, and he finally claims her body as his own.
She knows her sister is cheating, so she seduces her husband right in front of her - and her sister can't say a single word.
Piper's rent is overdue. Instead of paying up, she drops to her knees for the landlord while her boyfriend watches.
A spoiled, arrogant rich brat demands a private striptease. The dancer doesn't walk away - she dances for him until he completely loses control.
An assistant's boyfriend has a huge cock, but "Daddy" knows exactly how to ruin her with his tongue. She chooses Daddy.
Best friends make a wicked bet: seduce my dad. She takes the bet... and loses all control the moment he bends her over.
Chloe has been secretly masturbating to her stepbrother's photos, moaning his name as she comes. She can't hide it much longer.
A married gym coach can't stop staring at the sexy teacher. She goes all the way and lets him take her between her thighs.
Her doctor tells her she needs rest... but she's determined to prove she's strong enough to be fucked senseless on his examination table.
Every twisted fantasy and every scorching answer waits inside these pages.
Flip the pages, spread your legs... and get ready to throb.

8.1
I'd lived as a mafia queen, ruling with quiet strength, only to discover my entire life was a lie. My husband, Dante, secretly divorced me three years ago, then married our timid nanny. I wasn't just betrayed; I was a dead ex-wife walking, a ghost in my own home.
A mafia daughter, I expected routine at Rossi's law firm. But Rossi, pale and sweating, handed me an envelope: Dante's divorce judgment, signed three years ago, and his marriage certificate to Gia, our nanny.
Truth slammed me: Gia poisoned me for years, causing infertility, making her bastard son the sole heir. Hidden, I watched her force Dante, the Underboss, to kneel, drink hallucinogenic tea, and profess devotion. She smirked.
This was calculated murder: my existence, my legacy. Rage burned, but clarity struck: disappear, or vanish into the Long Island Sound.
From a hidden phone, I called Luca, the underworld's elite cleaner. "I need a top-tier scrub. Target is myself," I commanded. "Get me out of this hell. I'd rather die than be his taxidermy specimen."

7.3
A mafia billionaire single dad romance.
I just discovered the don's darkest secret. Wait 'til he finds out mine...
The Bratva don and I made a deal:
Spare my father. Take me instead.
But Dmitry Tsezar wasn't satisfied with my body.
He wanted everything else, too.
My obedience. My submission.
My heart. My soul.
And when that still wasn't enough, he came to take my life.
But then I found something.
Something twisted. Something wrong.
Something hidden in a locked room of his mansion, in a wing he warned me never, ever to wander near.
When I opened the door and discovered Dmitry's secret...
Everything changed forever.

7.2
Three years ago, I used my family's tech empire to marry Damien Moretti, a ruthless mafia Underboss. I naively thought my devotion could melt his frozen heart.
But a year ago, he paraded his mistress at our family gala just because she had the face of his dead ex.
When my pathetic jealousy boiled over and I stabbed him with a letter opener, he didn't kill me.
Instead, he banished me to the freezing, decaying West Wing of his estate.
For a whole year, I was locked away like a ghost. He flaunted his mistress, orchestrated a hostile takeover of my family's company, and let his maids treat me like garbage.
When I knelt outside his door begging for a divorce, he just gripped my jaw and delivered a death sentence.
"The only way you leave this family is in a coffin."
The naive girl who begged for his love died in that cold room. I finally realized I was nothing but a profitable ledger entry to him.
When he finally opened my door again, expecting to see a broken prisoner, I slapped him across his bleeding face.
"The deal is done. I want a divorce."
I walked straight out into the freezing Chicago rain, secretly swallowed a bottle of emergency contraceptives to kill any chance of carrying his heir, and prepared to tear up his mafia rules myself.

8.6
I am the last surviving daughter of a murdered Mafia Don, kept as a captive trophy by Julian Moretti.
To break my spirit, he systematically drugged my meals, turning me into a ghost in his gilded cage.
But the true nightmare began when he brought his childhood sweetheart, Linette, to live under the same roof.
When she pushed me into the estate's frozen lake and fell in with me, Julian didn't hesitate.
He dove into the freezing black water, looked right into my desperate eyes, and turned his back to save her.
He left me to drown.
I survived the icy abyss, only to face a crueler fate.
To cover up his betrayal and secure his power, Julian announced our immediate wedding, planning to parade me before the Mafia Commission as his conquered property.
When I swallowed poison to escape the ultimate desecration of my family's name, he simply revived me.
He pumped my veins full of paralyzing sedatives, dressed my limp body like a porcelain doll, and dragged me onto his private jet to New York.
"They will see that even a proud, wounded lioness can only whimper at my feet."
My father and brother had used their own bodies as shields so I could live.
How could I let my family's honor be trampled by the very monster who orchestrated their massacre?
As the plane descended into New York, the despair in my veins forged into cold steel.
If Julian wanted a Marino bride, I would give him exactly what that meant.
I would survive this forced marriage, and I would personally slit his throat at the altar.