I hope y'all are ready for some serious hotness . . .
Standalone Bratva Romance, part of the Global Outlaws Syndicate World collaboration
Dark Bratva of Dubai
👑𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔: 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 (𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 10) New Release!👑
👑🥀ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ Kɪɴᴅʟᴇ Uɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ🥀👑
“𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑊𝑜𝑤! 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑅𝑖𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡. 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝? 𝐴 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑣𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐻/ℎ 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 '𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠'. (𝑌𝑎𝑎𝑠!)” ~5 Sᴛᴀʀs, Gᴏᴏᴅʀᴇᴀᴅs ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ
“𝑊𝑜𝑤 𝑊𝑜𝑤 𝑊𝑜𝑤! 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑢𝑝, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑥𝑒𝑠. [ . . . ] 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑛, 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡.” ~5 Sᴛᴀʀs, Gᴏᴏᴅʀᴇᴀᴅs ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ
𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵.
𝗥𝗢𝗬𝗔
I didn’t know The Lykos was 𝘩𝘪𝘴 nightclub, not at first. I didn’t realize the sexy half Greek half Russian man was the criminal mastermind behind Dubai’s thriving mafia underworld either. I’m not even supposed to be roaming around on my own, outside of the royal palace where my father the Sheikh rules my very existence, but I just can’t resist the lure of dancing . . . the lure of 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯, Aris Volkov.
After one night at The Lykos—when the club comes under attack by my deranged uncle—I’m forced from one captivity to another. That’s right. Aris takes me. He kidnaps me. He despises my father as much as I do, and he’s just ruthless enough to use me to get what he wants . . . 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
I used to fantasize about Aris but now I’m determined to hate him. Easier said than done. He treats me like his own personal plaything, introducing me to delights of the flesh. He doesn’t care that I’m a royal princess. That my modesty has been protected all my life. That I have zero experience with men and I’m embarrassingly out of my depths.
He takes me. He uses me. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
There is no escape anymore. Now my lunatic uncle is after me. My father is threatening to strip me of even the smallest liberties in my lackluster life. And Aris Volkov is the least likely man to be my savior.
𝑨 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.
𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 → https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09NTYN1NT
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Dark Bratva of Dubai
👑𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔: 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 (𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 10) New Release!👑
👑🥀ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ Kɪɴᴅʟᴇ Uɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ🥀👑
“𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑊𝑜𝑤! 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑅𝑖𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡. 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝? 𝐴 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑣𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐻/ℎ 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 '𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠'. (𝑌𝑎𝑎𝑠!)” ~5 Sᴛᴀʀs, Gᴏᴏᴅʀᴇᴀᴅs ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ
“𝑊𝑜𝑤 𝑊𝑜𝑤 𝑊𝑜𝑤! 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑢𝑝, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑥𝑒𝑠. [ . . . ] 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑛, 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡.” ~5 Sᴛᴀʀs, Gᴏᴏᴅʀᴇᴀᴅs ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ
𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵.
𝗥𝗢𝗬𝗔
I didn’t know The Lykos was 𝘩𝘪𝘴 nightclub, not at first. I didn’t realize the sexy half Greek half Russian man was the criminal mastermind behind Dubai’s thriving mafia underworld either. I’m not even supposed to be roaming around on my own, outside of the royal palace where my father the Sheikh rules my very existence, but I just can’t resist the lure of dancing . . . the lure of 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯, Aris Volkov.
After one night at The Lykos—when the club comes under attack by my deranged uncle—I’m forced from one captivity to another. That’s right. Aris takes me. He kidnaps me. He despises my father as much as I do, and he’s just ruthless enough to use me to get what he wants . . . 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
I used to fantasize about Aris but now I’m determined to hate him. Easier said than done. He treats me like his own personal plaything, introducing me to delights of the flesh. He doesn’t care that I’m a royal princess. That my modesty has been protected all my life. That I have zero experience with men and I’m embarrassingly out of my depths.
He takes me. He uses me. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
There is no escape anymore. Now my lunatic uncle is after me. My father is threatening to strip me of even the smallest liberties in my lackluster life. And Aris Volkov is the least likely man to be my savior.
𝑨 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.
𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 → https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09NTYN1NT
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Hot as hell Possessing the Princess Excerpt . . .
Aris had spanked me. Made my bottom burn with blow after blow. He’d smacked my center core, eliciting moans and a radiating need that broke through every barrier between prim and proper to pleasure of the most wanton kind. He’d pushed his cock between my cheeks, riding the seam of my flesh, and I’d felt the hot drizzle of his liquid roll down my spine, a trail of fire all on its own.
“Well?” he asked in that resonant rumbling tone, almost straddling me from behind and running his palms all over my ripened buttocks.
“Well what?” I snapped, although the breathy quality of my voice gave away my arousal.
I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back into those large rough palms roaming all over my rear end and the tingling insides of my upper thighs.
“Are you going to tell me I’m wrong about how limited and restricted your lonely life is?” His silken tone had as much of a hypnotic effect as his massaging touches.
I dropped my head in defeat, my face shielded by my hair. “You’re not wrong and you know it, Aris.”
He hit me with another strike, one that landed against my sex. I hissed shakily, the smack singeing through my . . . my pussy, a searing sensation that bloomed outward.
Suddenly, he released the tautness of the chains.
He rolled me over, carefully skimming tendrils of hair from my face. “There. Punishment over.”
Coming closer until his handsome face filled my vision, he melded his mouth to mine. His tongue entered and explored, his lips guiding mine in a long, luscious kiss. While he continued to make me mindless, he retightened the chains, restraining me anew.
When he withdrew, I was panting, pulsating. My nipples pointed, high and tight. The whole front panel between my legs was slick and see through.
His cheeks were ruddy, lips parted, the stubble on his face delicious, and he was even more rakishly appealing now.
Except, apparently, he had a more sordid form of torture in mind now.
He rose to his haunches, knees on either side of my hips.
My legs splayed out, and I felt my own humiliatingly heated wetness right there.
He knew I was luridly excited by all he’d done so far.
He too was exquisitely aroused if the turgid state of his cock was anything to go by.
His chest gleamed with a sheen of sweat, and he teased his long fingers up the throbbing girth of his shaft. “Have you ever tasted cock, Roya?”
“Well?” he asked in that resonant rumbling tone, almost straddling me from behind and running his palms all over my ripened buttocks.
“Well what?” I snapped, although the breathy quality of my voice gave away my arousal.
I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back into those large rough palms roaming all over my rear end and the tingling insides of my upper thighs.
“Are you going to tell me I’m wrong about how limited and restricted your lonely life is?” His silken tone had as much of a hypnotic effect as his massaging touches.
I dropped my head in defeat, my face shielded by my hair. “You’re not wrong and you know it, Aris.”
He hit me with another strike, one that landed against my sex. I hissed shakily, the smack singeing through my . . . my pussy, a searing sensation that bloomed outward.
Suddenly, he released the tautness of the chains.
He rolled me over, carefully skimming tendrils of hair from my face. “There. Punishment over.”
Coming closer until his handsome face filled my vision, he melded his mouth to mine. His tongue entered and explored, his lips guiding mine in a long, luscious kiss. While he continued to make me mindless, he retightened the chains, restraining me anew.
When he withdrew, I was panting, pulsating. My nipples pointed, high and tight. The whole front panel between my legs was slick and see through.
His cheeks were ruddy, lips parted, the stubble on his face delicious, and he was even more rakishly appealing now.
Except, apparently, he had a more sordid form of torture in mind now.
He rose to his haunches, knees on either side of my hips.
My legs splayed out, and I felt my own humiliatingly heated wetness right there.
He knew I was luridly excited by all he’d done so far.
He too was exquisitely aroused if the turgid state of his cock was anything to go by.
His chest gleamed with a sheen of sweat, and he teased his long fingers up the throbbing girth of his shaft. “Have you ever tasted cock, Roya?”
And what about those O'Sullivan Irish mafia men!
Okay, okay, okay . . .
I've just finished my first revision of Dex's book, all the while sketching yet more scenes for the next three books in the series (y'all . . .)
So, I'm getting there, I promise! And I will have preorder info soon.
But now is the perfect time to catch up or even start this scorching series, right? Yessss.
I've just finished my first revision of Dex's book, all the while sketching yet more scenes for the next three books in the series (y'all . . .)
So, I'm getting there, I promise! And I will have preorder info soon.
But now is the perfect time to catch up or even start this scorching series, right? Yessss.
The O'Sullivan brothers mafia . . . dark, dirty, and oh so delicious.
And more on the way!
And more on the way!
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