
His Contracted Temptation; Velvet Lies
She married him for safety.
He married her for strategy.
Neither expected obsession.
Valeria Torres is a woman with no past-because she buried it. But when her fake identity lands her in the arms of Dante Morello, billionaire mafia heir and the man everyone fears, the game changes.
He offers her a deal: a two-year marriage to clean up his image and silence his enemies.
She agrees-until the ghosts she ran from kidnap her daughter and force her back into the life she burned to escape.
Now, she has to outwit killers, deceive her husband, and survive the one thing she never planned for-falling for him.
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Chapter 2
VALERIA
My mother always said I was a trouble magnet. She was right. If she wasn't why on earth am I kissing a total stranger without zero abandonment? I might be on the brink of living on the streets but that doesn't mean I wasn't trained better.
I don't know how we managed to leave the club when neither of us could take our hands off each other but we made it to his Mercedes where I performed a much needed handjob.
" You have a beautiful home," I murmur admiring a nude sculpture of a woman in the middle of the hallway. Dante doesn't reply right away , instead he comes behind me, his hard length poking my butt. His big hands wrap around my waist, he pulls me closer and what ever sassy sentence I had in mind dies. Hot breath snakes over my neck and I let out a small whimper. Dante's hand move over the slope of my shoulders, feathery strokes brushing my bare skin. I throw my head backward, grabbing a fist full of his hair as my lips part in a silent gasp.
" Surely we're not going to have sex here ," I rasp. Dante let's out a dark sexy chuckle that sends a thrill to my pussy so that it contracts. As if he can read my mind , his hands move lower to my abdomen before finally resting on my pussy. Thick fingers gently press my pubic bone, the contact and heat makes me to press my ass firmer against his crotch. A moan slips my lips and I pull his hair harder. This foreplay is starting to get on my nerves.
I learn very quickly that Dante Romano is a patient and thorough man when lazy kisses are littered on my neck each one driving me close to a hornier edge , his hands, those Damned hands move away from my pussy when I begin to press them for friction instead they travel up to my breast, I'm too flustered to make out something he mutters under his breath but I can tell he's impressed...as he should. He grabs each breast as if weighting them, his thumb stroking my hardened nipples in that annoying way that makes me want to growl in frustration.
" Harder," I manage to say. " Don't make me have to teach–" the words are barely out of my mouth when a shot of pain stabs me in my chest. His fingers clamp both nipples with a force that both excites and pains me . My thighs press together, pussy tightening like never before as slippery warm juices coat my g-string and even though I'm on heels, the passion makes my toes to curl, hence on tiptoes.
" Ahhhh" my voice is low, needy and eager.
" Ssssh. Save your voice for when the real drill begins " Dante whispers in my ear. God and here I thought all the good in bed men died in my mother's generation.
Dante tilts my waist to face him. I look up into green lust glazed eyes that look like they want to eat me up and lick my lips. My gesture is seductive enough to cause a twitch in his pants. Dante's gaze grows darker, one minute I'm standing, the next I'm being flung over his shoulder.
" Hey!" Is my weak protest and Dante spanks my ass. A fresh jolt of pain stings there and my pussy grows more moist .I'm about to press my thighs closer if that's a possibility when his hand slips between them, quickly moving to my pussy. I let out a faint sound, stretching my hands to his ass I plan on spanking but he's so tall that my longest finger stops at his belt. Dante chuckles knowingly and when I pull myself lower, he yanks up my dress. Cool air kisses both ass cheeks amplifying the sting. I stop moving my hands. Another yank and I feel my panties slide down to my ankle. Dante rubs both cheeks, then flicks my...pussy. Santa Madre la dios! Did he just? I don't have enough to react because the next thing I know is I'm dripping, yes like dripping wet and my legs are still parted....God this isn't fair. I clutch his shirt and cry out in pleasure.
Dante's steps come to halt and he moves into a large room, just like the rest of the house it gorgeous. The walls are covered with glass panes, the lighting impeccable, the furnishing minimalist and monochrome.
He moves to the bed and shoves me down , I fall in the centre, my chest heaving as I do so. Dante...God knows I've seen so many handsome men, had a fair share of flings with them but he's– he's on of the first humans God created when he wasn't tired, deep set eyes that are so intense sitting perfectly below thick brows, slightly full lips that are darker in their corners and pink in the centre, soft to the kiss and enticing to the eyes, high cheekbones and sharp jaws that compliment his other perfect features... demonically attractive.
I gulp hard as I watch him unbutton his shirt , pulling it off. Let's not even get started with his body, just the way I like my men, ripped but not overly. There's a damp spot on his crotch and just knowing I'm the cause makes me bite my lips in pure satisfaction. A devilish smirk tips the corner of his lips and he chuckles knowingly.
He moves to the bedside drawer and rips off a packet condom. My breath hitches in my throat , fingers digging into the sheets.
The first thing to come off is his belt, one by one other items land on the floor till he's stark naked. My throat runs dry, it would when all you're looking at a man with the largest dick you've seen, it's tilted up, almost touching his stomach, long and alarmingly thick, greenish blue veins bulge against his shaft, the swollen centre of his darkened tip glistens with precum.
Dante moves to bed and it dips under his weight. His moves are predatory as he corners me, in a flash he grabs my legs, lifting them to his shoulder. An excited yelp sounds in the room, my heartbeat thrums heavily with raw dark excitement.
" The safe word is my name, " there's a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Fucker.
" That's one hell of a safe word when you're the only thing on my mind "
" That's the point, you say my name Bellissima and I stop" he smirks.
Dante pulls my legs higher...his length glides into my aching pussy in one smooth stroke causing my hips to buckle. A strangled moan slips out, it hurts like hell in that erotic way,I part my legs wider , my weight propped by my elbow. Dante grips my waist slamming into me with so much force that my breasts jiggle in reaction. The second thrust is less aggressive , and just when I think I've gotten his full length there's a third that sends my back into a deep arch.
" Da–oh my fucking God!" I slap the bed. Dante's thrust increase, growing quicker and aggressive. The sound of our bodies slamming into each other in a slippery melody, my moans and his groans fill the air. My pussy tightens over his length and I'm left wondering if I can take more of him. With one hand pinning my waist, the other wrapped around my neck.
" Look at me while I fuck you Bellissima " Dante growls when my eyelids begin to flutter.
It's at that moment I realize this man would be the end of me.
♠♠♠♠
Warm sunlight filters through the blinds, brushing against my face until I stir. I stretch, letting out a sleepy yawn, and turn to my left-only to freeze. The space beside me is cold. My eyes fly open. He's not here.
I'm ready to toss the sheets aside when the door clicks. Dante walks in, a tray balanced in his hands. The grey sweatsuit does nothing to hide those shoulders-if anything, it makes them look broader. His hair's tousled, messy in the kind of way that makes my fingers twitch.
"For someone unemployed, you take your beauty sleep very seriously."His voice is rough , dimples cutting deep when he smirks.
" What time is it ?" I say groggily, rubbing my eyes.
" Way past opening hours if you work 9-5 like me " he shrugs and places the tray before me. I scan it's contents; pancakes, bacon , scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee.
A man who can fuck and feed. Hallelujah.
" Thanks boss with a night like yesterday I'm sure I'd be the first to sign in, " I snort rolling my eyes and begin to dig into my food.
" Don't you want to know about your new job?" Dante corks a brow, eyeing me lazily.
" I didn't think you were serious," I laugh softly, raising the mug to my lips.
" Well I wasn't. Would you be my wife? A contract wife?" Hot coffee scalds the roof of my mouth and I begin to cough.
" Your what?" I ask once again to make sure I'm hearing right. Is this really happening? I mean –
"Would you be my wife Valeria Torres?"
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Will she trust him?
"Don't touch me! You lied to me, I trusted you." Elena remarked tears streaming down from her face, she had been able to handle all forms of betrayers but she would never be able to handle this.
"I didn't mean to lie Elena, you never asked me if it was a lie. I'm sorry Elena, I should have told you sooner, please forgive me.." Adrian drawled...
Elena slowly backed away from there and ran, only to be cornered by her husband once again. She forgot, he could walk now...

8.1
Sophia Bennett never expected to cross paths with Alexander Sterling again-not after the masked charity ball where a stranger in black claimed her body and soul for one unforgettable night. She walked away with no names, no regrets... and a secret that would bind them forever.
Now, four months later, Sophie is drowning in debt and grief when the same man-cold, commanding billionaire CEO Alexander Sterling-blackmails her into becoming his fake fiancée. The deal is simple: play the perfect partner to secure a fifty-billion-dollar merger, and walk away with enough money to start over. No strings. No feelings.
But the chemistry that once burned behind masks refuses to stay hidden. Late-night arguments turn into stolen kisses. Forced red-carpet appearances become dangerously real. And every time Alexander's hand lingers on her waist, Sophie fights the truth screaming inside her: the baby growing beneath her heart is his.
When a collapse at work lands her in the hospital, the doctor's words shatter the fragile illusion-"You're four months pregnant." Alexander hears. He calculates. He assumes the worst.
"You let me believe this was real," he snarls, voice like ice. "While you carried another man's child."
Fired. Humiliated. Cast out with nothing but the clothes on her back.
Sophie doesn't chase him. Doesn't beg. Doesn't tell him the baby is his.
Because if the man who once held her like she was everything can discard her so easily, he doesn't deserve the truth.
But fate has other plans.
As Alexander spirals in regret, haunted by memories of a masked woman who felt like destiny, he begins to question everything he thought he knew. The merger closes. The empire stands. Yet the silence from the woman he wronged grows louder than any boardroom battle.
Some destinies are entwined too tightly to break.
And when the truth finally crashes through the walls they've built, it will either destroy them both... or bind them forever.
A steamy, angsty billionaire romance full of enemies-to-lovers fire, a secret baby, cruel misunderstandings, possessive obsession, and the ultimate grovel redemption. Perfect for fans of twisted vows, forced proximity, and second-chance heartbreak.

8.2
BLURB:
The job was simple; to preserve the past. But Isla never expected her own past to walk through the door of the Thorne Estate.
Isla Campbell lands a career-defining project as a historian for organizing the archives of the Thorne estate, a task critical for a high-stakes foundation review. Her client, Cade Thorne, is the dedicated and undeniably handsome heir to a legacy he strives to honor and keep.
But on her first day, Isla is met with a shocking surprise: her boss, Cade, is the charming stranger she shared a fleeting, unforgettable night with just days before. Now, the undeniable spark between them threatens to ignite, risking the professional integrity of the project and the future of the very estate Isla was hired to protect.
As their passion deepens and secrets unravel, they must choose between the history they're preserving and the future they're dangerously close to writing together despite the odds. What happens when Isla finds out she is also a Thorne?

8.6
I met him on a rainy afternoon when we were both young, uncertain, and standing on the edge of adulthood.
Adrian Cole wasn't rich then. He wasn't powerful. But from the moment his eyes found mine, something inside me knew my life would never be the same.
We fell in love slowly... then all at once.
He was my first kiss under streetlights, my safest place, my greatest heartbreak.
And the man who walked away.
Years later, Adrian returns - no longer the struggling boy I once knew, but a billionaire CEO with power, dominance, and a dangerous intensity that still makes my heart tremble.
He says I've always belonged to him.
But love isn't that simple.
Not after betrayal.
Not after loss.
Not after the night that shattered us both.
Now he wants a second chance.
And this time... he refuses to let me go.

9.6
For four years, I endured my husband Alex' s coldness and his very public affair. I did it all for the heart beating in his chest-the one I believed belonged to my dead fiancé, Dale.
Then, a phone call from a private investigator shattered everything. It was all a lie, a simple clerical error.
Dale' s heart wasn' t in my husband. It was beating inside a tech CEO in Austin named Cash Carter.
Suddenly, the man I married for a ghost was just a cruel stranger. When his mistress caused me to fall into a pool, he left me to drown, demanding I apologize to her before he' d help me.
Four years of humiliation and heartbreak, all for a devastating coincidence. My entire life was built on nothing.
So I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to Austin. When Alex finally tracked me down, begging me to come back, he didn't understand. I wasn't running from him. I was running toward the last piece of the man I truly loved.

9.1
Eleonora woke up in the hospital, still feeling the terrifying weightlessness of her own suicide.
She realized her chilling nightmare was actually a prophecy: she was destined to be the tragic, disposable villain, while her adopted sister Addisyn was the beloved protagonist.
On the day of her discharge, her father abandoned her to celebrate Addisyn's eighteenth birthday.
When Eleonora dragged her recovering body back to her family estate, she found her biometric access wiped and her home turned into a chaotic nightclub.
Addisyn had taken over the master bedroom and was wearing Eleonora's late mother's priceless sapphire necklace.
When Eleonora coldly demanded her property back, Addisyn squeezed out fake tears and played the pitiful victim.
Instantly, Eleonora's childhood fiancé and lifelong friends stepped up to shield Addisyn.
They scolded Eleonora for being cruel and classless, demanding she sleep in the guest room so she wouldn't ruin the party.
Downstairs, the elite guests mocked her as a crazy, jealous freak who was bullying her sweet sister.
In her nightmare, their blind devotion to this manipulative parasite had driven Eleonora to jump off a skyscraper.
She was the sole legal heir to the Carlisle estate, yet they expected her to quietly hand over her home, her mother's legacy, and her life to a thief.
But Eleonora was no longer a victim.
She pulled out the irrevocable trust documents, proving her absolute ownership, and looked at her loyal butler.
"Cut the power," she ordered coldly. "Throw every single trespasser out the gates."