Resultados para "Das Tor" en Suspense romántico

I thought I had the upper hand, but I was wrong. From the moment he saw me, this god was determined to make me his… but his life is filled with death and is no place for the living. Trying to survive his world might just turn me into one of the lost souls that surround him. But I have my own secrets, my own past. What happens when a god and a mistake meet? What happens when neither will back down?

For ten years the Cosa Nostra has ruled with an iron fist in Chicago—their reign is about to end, and I’ll be the one to bring them down. I’m the Grim Reaper of the Sicilian mafia, and I bow to no one, not even her, so when she asks me to teach her to fight, when she tells me she wants to be made, I give in just so I can piss off the bosses.

Everleigh I packed up my life, moving halfway across the country for a fresh start. Running away from my past, running away for my future. A year later, I've settled into my new home, my new job, my new friends, and my new identity. You could say things have started returning to normal. Normal...

The first time I saw her, I wanted her. The second time I saw her, I knew she had to be mine. Beautiful blonde hair. Cornflower-blue eyes. Body to die for. All things I knew I couldn’t live without. But after one night, she ghosted me, leaving me desperate for another taste. I was usually the one to walk out the door before the morning light came. This time, it was her—but not without becoming my obsession in the process. Lily was a mystery. She had a past shrouded in secrets she was unwilling to divulge. She was running from something, and I was determined to find out what it was.

With one glance at her in the club, I’m ready to claim her for the night. Dark, flowing hair. A smile that causes my heart to pound. Eyes that pierce my soul. And a perfect body that makes every part of me pulse. She’s addictive. Electrifying. Consuming. I’ve never wanted anyone more. Our eyes meet, but she looks right past me. She isn’t here for me. She’s here for the music. For the first time in my life, a woman makes me work for it. Her indifference fuels the fire inside me. The result? One night. No names. No introductions.

The moment she walks into my club—dressed in a stolen uniform, carrying a tray of champagne—I know she doesn't belong. When I catch her in my office, stealing secrets, I give her a choice: tell me who sent her...or find out exactly what happens to those who cross a Volkov.

Vivienne Frost works tables at my club, but she's no ordinary waitress. She's smart-mouthed, dangerously beautiful, and entirely off-limits. She thinks she can outrun the past, hide behind a tray of drinks and pretty lies. But I've seen the bruises. I've heard the cracks in her voice. Her defiance doesn't push me away—it awakens a brutal kind of need in me, something that's been waiting to break free.

The Volkov’s are the nightmares they warned me of as a child, the ones they spoke of in the dark in hushed tones. Traitors and killers—the boogeymen themselves—sent to scare children like me; the children of their enemies. I'm a Kelly. A family that they have been at war with since before I was born. Now, I am to marry into the Bratva Pigs; to become their blushing bride. It's my father's plan, and theirs as well. A marriage to create peace. To unite the families and end the bloodshed once and for all. We are a symbol of hope, of the future, of harmony. I have other ideas.

When my ex-boyfriend puts a hit out on me, there's only one man I can run to for protection. Cristian Marchetti. The head of the Marchetti Mafia Family. My best friend's father. My last resort. But Cristian's protection doesn't come for free. What he wants might cost me my life. He's the mafia king, and I'm his sacrifice. And now, I must become his wife.

My name is Bexley Adams, but most people call me Karma. I control the streets, where my name is whispered with hope and horror. I am the enforcer of justice, the blade in the night, and, well, I have fun doing it—until I accidentally catch the attention of the three kings of the city. Each of the three Sai brothers is more dangerous than the last, and right now, their gazes are locked on me.

Virtuous. Kind. Patient. These were words never associated with Gabriel Saint. He was a monster. The devil that haunted the city of Redhill. And he had found me. I managed to hide for a while from my past, present, and future. But I should have known they’d come looking. After all, I had the heir of the city in my arms, and if I know anything about the ruling crime family of this city, it’s that family comes before all else. When Gabriel comes for me, I fight but know it’s useless, and when he forces me to be his wife, I vow to make his life as miserable as possible.

I was taken hostage by the Bratva. I was never supposed to matter to him. Dominik Morozov doesn't let go of what he claims. And now I belong to him. My brother stole two million dollars from the Bratva and vanished. I'm the collateral he left behind. Dominik is the Bratva's cold, lethal...

I never asked for an assistant, and if I had, I sure as hell wouldn't have chosen her. With her sharp tongue and lack of discipline, what she needs is a firm hand, not a job. The more she tests my limits, the more tempted I am to bend her over my knee. As a Russian Mafia boss, I can't afford distractions... or secrets. I suspect my innocent new assistant is hiding something, and I know just how to get to the truth.

She was supposed to be a problem—one I would deal with, forget, erase. Instead, she became my obsession. A hotel maid drowning in her father's debts, working among killers and Bratva bosses, believing silence would keep her safe. Then she saw something she shouldn't. She should have run. Should have screamed. Should have begged. Instead, she held my gaze, defiant and unbroken. Now, I can't let her go. The only way to keep her alive is to make her mine—a marriage that will satisfy Bratva law and place her firmly under my control. What I offer isn't protection. It's possession.

The moment she told me no, I knew she was mine. I didn't come to her apartment planning to tie her to her bed and ravage her. A Russian arms dealer has no need for an innocent schoolteacher. I would have done what I came to do and left, but when she opened those gorgeous red lips and threatened...

I came for my money. I took her instead. She's not the one who stole from me. She's a pawn caught up in her family's deadly game. It doesn't matter. Her innocence won't save her from me. I could just let her return the money, but as I stare down at the beautiful creature stretched out before me like a virgin sacrifice, I thank God for every sin that has blackened my cold heart. Because I'm going to make her beg, scream, and suffer for me. Then I'm going to make her mine.

I'm a pawn in a game between two powerful men. My captor, who I despise. The other I ran away from. Now, our paths cross again, and I hope he doesn't fall for the trap. We can't meet. It's forbidden. If we're caught, it'll doom us both.

My life was controlled by chaos until the night I first laid eyes on her. She became my obsession, my salvation, my angel. I never thought she would be mine, I thought my darkness would ruin her. But when her life is threatened, I can't hold back any longer. I'll raise hell on earth to protect her, to keep her safe, to make her mine. I don't deserve her, but I'm keeping her anyway.

Her innocence was going to get her killed. That was if I didn't get to her first. She's the protected little sister of the powerful Ivanov Russian mafia family–the very definition of forbidden. It's always been my job, as their Head of Security, to watch over her but never to touch. That ends...

When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. She's too smart for her own good, and it's going to get her killed. Against my better judgement, I put her under the protection of my powerful Russian mafia family. So imagine my anger when the little minx ran. For three long years I've been on her trail, always one step behind. Finding and claiming her had become an obsession. It was getting harder to rein in my driving need to possess her... to own her. But now the chase is over. I've found her. Soon she will be mine.