Showing results for "Ruthless" in Contemporary

Whether in the court room or the bedroom, my reputation is well-earned. I'm either working hard, working out, or working my way into some woman's panties. Problem is, none of them share my particular kink, and I end up walking away unsatisfied. Until I meet her. She's a friend of a friend, which makes her off-limits until temptation takes me by the balls and I'm taking her up against a wall.

Massimo D’Agostino is the heir to his father’s empire. Don’t be fooled by his handsome face or that piercing blue gaze. He’s no prince charming. He’s dangerous and feared, possessive and fierce. Our first meeting began with a contract that forced me to marry him and sign my life away. I was a debt repayment and a pawn in his game to exact revenge against my father. The only way out is death. I belong to him now. Me, the Balesteri Mafia princess. Pure and untouched. Owned by the devil who placed me in a gilded cage.

She’s off-limits. He has none. There’s a girl. Beautiful. Popular. Fake. And my obsession. My fall. Probably my damnation. Did that stop me? Do I care? No and no. There’s a line between right and wrong. Moral and immoral. And then there’s her. I cross every limit with blood-coated fingers. She says she hates me. I say I hate her too as I trap her, own her. Make her all mine.

Gabriel Corso is the stuff of nightmares and dirty dreams. He's a sinfully gorgeous mafia prince from a brutal rival family. In school, he was the bane of my existence. The dark villain to my sheltered princess. Then–poof–he disappeared. If only he’d stayed away. Turns out, our marriage is a term of his inheritance and now he’s returned to collect what’s his. That means ripping me from my gilded cage. It means locking me beneath his searing flesh. It means war. I’m not supposed to like it. To beg for more. To fall for him.

I didn't plan to marry a reclusive heiress. Lucky for me, I find myself attracted to my beautiful new bride. Our arranged marriage connects two powerful companies. That we're compatible between the sheets is a bonus, but I didn't bargain on her ex showing up at the wedding reception uninvited. That pushed me right over the edge. I protect what's mine, and Charlotte is now mine, whether she likes it or not. But even as I'm drawn closer to my new wife, there's still a threat looming out there.

Money or love? Which would you choose? You probably just answered the question in your head, thinking it's an easy decision. For me, it's not. Did I mention it's a lot of money? A hell of a lot. I needed to go far away to think it through. As I embarked on an impulsive trip, I hit a detour when I met sexy Carter in the airport lounge. We struck up a heated conversation. Then, he left. I thought I'd never see him again. But fate had other plans. Surprise! He was the pilot of my flight.

Maksim Smolov wasn't the monster I was running from. He's the devil I found. Those deep brown eyes didn't even blink. One minute, I'm being chased down a dark alleyway by the nastiest demons from my past; the next, they're begging for mercy from a man in an expensive suit. If I had known my savior was the most feared mafia boss in New York, I might not have repaid his kindness with a kiss—a kiss that led to the hottest night of my life—but I did, and that was that.

I never imagined the ruthless Titan would choose me as his rebellion, or that I’d become his shield. Hockey was supposed to be my ticket to stability, earning me a scholarship for an education I could never have afforded on my own. Until Connor Walsh, the ruthless star of the Crestwood hockey team and my captain, corners me with an ultimatum that changes everything. Marry him, or watch my scholarship—and my entire future—disappear. It's blackmail, pure and simple. A calculated move in whatever twisted game he's playing with his equally ruthless father.

I like my sex dirty. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and I always follow when it's pointing at something I want. That goes double when it points straight at the one girl in all of Chicago who's not dying for a piece of me.

Kurz vor Weihnachten erfährt Cash, dass die Bar, in der sie als Tänzerin arbeitet, verkauft werden soll und sie wittert ihre Chance. Nach Jahren will sie den Karrieresprung schaffen und das Wild Lady kaufen. Der Laden und ihre Kolleginnen liegen ihr am Herzen und alles soll so erhalten bleiben, wie es ist. Leider kommt ihr jemand zuvor: Zane Manning. Großinvestor, Weihnachtsmuffel, verboten attraktiv und zu Cashs Leidwesen ihr neuer Boss. Zwischen den beiden sprühen heftige Funken.

I woke up married to my archenemy, my dad's billionaire boss. The beast stole my v-card and now… I'm expecting his baby. The grump fired my father, then made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Be his fake fiancée and in return… One million dollars. All so he could mend his bad boy image. Which apparently an innocent wallflower like me can deliver. I took the deal to give my dad a break after Mama died. But in a hazy Vegas moment... he put a ring on my finger. Now I'm his.

My name is Lorenzo Moretti. Born to be head of the Cosa Nostra, except that I chose love over my birthright. On our wedding day, my father cursed our union, swearing on his own blood that my wife and I would never live out our days in happiness. I guess he was right, because fate stole her from me and I’m left to live an empty life without her, with a shattered heart and only half a soul. On the day my wife died, I swore I’d never love anyone like that again, and it’s a promise I kept for two years.

I hate Dante Moretti. He is cold, calculating, and vicious. It’s no secret that he wiped out his former fiancée and her entire family on the eve of their wedding. He’s the kind of evil that makes even devils cry. But that’s not why I hate him.

When she was young, Arya Roth became best friends with her housekeeper’s son. Soon, friendship turned to young love, and when Arya dared him to kiss her, a chain reaction of disastrous events led to the boy being sent away and out of Arya’s life. Now, two decades later, Arya is an on-the-rise publicist with her beloved father as one of her biggest clients. So when her father is sued by a former employee, Arya sets out to prove that her father is not the monster he is accused of being. The only problem is the attorney who is determined to destroy her father’s good name.

New Orleans belongs to me. You don't know my name, but I control everything you see - and all the things you don't. My reach knows no bounds, and my demands are always met. I didn't need to loan money to a failing family distillery, but it amuses me to have them in my debt. To have her in my debt. She doesn't know she caught my attention. She should've been more careful. I'm going to own her. Consume her. Maybe even keep her. It's time to collect what I'm owed.

Nothing wrecks an already bad day faster than almost getting hit by a car. But then he rescued me. My mysterious, sexy savior wore danger as easily as he wore his black-on-black clothes. And still, I wasn't afraid of him. I should've been. Because after one misunderstanding, the man I thought would love me forever showed me just how ruthless and cold he really is. I trusted him with my heart once and it broke me. I can't afford to make that mistake again.

He’s my best friend’s older brother, a drool-worthy, off-limits mobster who barely knows I exist. So why is he trying to help me? Tytus Ryzdon rules the Polish mafia with an iron fist. The first time we meet, he’s covered in blood. The second, in shadows. It’s hard to remember more than that, even if he’s impossible to forget. It’s not just those silver-blue eyes. That savage frame or the dark tattoos. It’s what he promises me. A way out.

Rozalia Dorn needs to be punished. First, the fiery orphan crashes my coronation. Then she escapes with my ceremonial crown, foolish payback for what I did to her brother. My response is brutal. One simple declaration that echoes across my mafia empire: we’re to be wed—by force, if necessary.

Maddoc, Dante, and Logan. The Reapers. They’re the type of men mothers warn their daughters about, and the last thing I should be doing is marching into their territory and proposing a deal. But I don’t have any other options. My sister has been sold to the notorious West Point gang to cover a debt my father owes, and I’ll do anything to get her back... even if it means offering myself up to the Reapers, West Point’s enemies.

They say love is all you need. They’re wrong. Sometimes, no matter how much you want to stop it from happening, you have to watch the person you love most in the world slip through your fingers. Even when it feels entirely wrong, you can still find yourself sitting in a lawyer’s office with your spouse, negotiating the terms of your divorce. It doesn’t matter that she’s the only woman I’ve ever loved. Or that we both meant it when we promised each other forever. It matters even less that she can still make my knees weak with nothing more than a smile.