Amaka Obi

She’s the enemy’s daughter. The one I should hate. The one I can’t stop touching.

Dante Virello doesn’t forgive.
He doesn’t forget.
And he never loses.

But when Elena—sweet, tempting Elena—falls into his world, revenge takes a backseat to obsession.

Her lips taste like sin.
Her body feels like heaven.
And every time she whispers his name, Dante swears he’ll burn the world before letting her go.

Too bad she belongs to the man who betrayed him.
Too bad she’s the one thing he can’t have… and the only thing he craves.

Blood will spill.
Secrets will shatter.
And Dante will claim her—over and over—until even her enemies know she’s his.

This isn’t just love. This is possession.

You’ve got five seconds to explain how you got in here before I decide what part of you to break first,” he said calmly.

She turned, slowly and measured. No fear. Just cool, calculating eyes the color of storm clouds.

“That’s one hell of a welcome,” she said.

Ezra took a step forward. “You’re not supposed to be breathing.”

She smiled faintly. “Neither are you, from what I’ve read.”

That pulled a flicker of curiosity from him. She knew who he was. That wasn’t unusual.

Lira Black’s latest assignment was supposed to be simple: infiltrate, eliminate, vanish. But when she faces Ezra Raine the cursed vampire prince whose very presence ignites her blood everything she knows about control and desire shatters.

Ezra has lived centuries in darkness, mastering power and lust alike, yet Lira awakens something in him no one else ever could: a hunger he cannot tame, a need he cannot resist.

Enemies, allies, and forbidden desires collide in a dangerous game of blood, magic, and seduction. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered command brings them closer to a truth neither was prepared to face and a fire neither can escape.

In a world where betrayal is inevitable, only passion can save them… or destroy them both.

You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered.

Her throat tightened. “Then don’t fight it.”

His lips eagerly met hers as he pulled her in, the kiss intensified, and he trailed his lips from her mouth to the back of her neck while his hand explored her breasts, treating them as if they were his own personal treasure. Her nipples hardened as she pulled him even closer.

She pushed him onto the bed while kissing him, her hands rubbing against his cock through his jeans. She craved him. She pushed him away slightly as he gazed at her, then kissed her again, this time with a sense of urgency.

He yanked her towards him as soon as she was close enough, spinning her around so her back was against his chest. With one hand, he captured both of hers and tilted her head back to whisper in her ear, "This isn’t going to be gentle and sweet, but rather rough and dirty, sweetheart."

Suddenly, he tore her panties off and pushed two fingers inside her. "You’re so wet," he remarked while stroking her pussy with his hands.

Amara Drevino has always known her place as daughter to a mafia king, bound by loyalty, power, and expectation. But when threats close in, her father assigns her a protector: Darius Veynar, his most trusted and most feared assassin.

Cold. Controlled. Deadly.
Darius lives in the shadows, trained to obey and sworn to kill. But Amara’s fiery spirit shatters the walls he’s built. She is everything he cannot have, yet everything he cannot resist.

What begins as hostility turns into something far more dangerous an attraction that could destroy them both. In a world of blood feuds, ruthless power, and unforgiving loyalty, Amara and Darius must face the ultimate question: