Chichii

Mature content[R-18+]NO RAPE~
~What happens when a psychopath falls in love?~

The infamous wallflower and sole heiress of the Falcone empire, Abigail Falcone, was a loner, shy, and reserved. She did not know how to socialize or even how to love until she met him.

Desperate to escape her scheming relatives, Abby sought a favor from her late best friend’s fiancé—a marriage of convenience.

No one would have ever paired the shy, stammering wallflower with the sinfully handsome mafia leader. However, it quickly becomes clear that Abby is a woman of hidden strength—and Remo Quinn finds his dead heart beating once again.

Wary but tempted, she struggles to get through the arrangement without stripping herself of her morals and losing her heart to her husband—a man so beautiful and broken, he will hurt her as much as he will love her.

While seeking revenge and amidst the sultry heat of their forbidden desires and secret fears, will Abigail find the love that will change her life forever? Or will she face the punishment of falling for her deceased best friend's fiancé?  

What happens when Remo finds out his little shy wallflower wife is a little sly fox?



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"Beg me to use you, Abby," he growled, his voice husky with desire.
Abby's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to comply with his demand. With a mixture of arousal and trepidation, she managed to whisper, "Please ...Remo..."
But Remo wasn't satisfied with just her words. He wanted to see her beg, to hear the desperation in her voice. With a wicked grin, he applied a bit more pressure to her thighs, a hint of pain mingling with pleasure.

"Words, little sweet doll. Beg me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

The sensation sent a jolt of arousal coursing through Abby's veins, her resolve crumbling under Remo's intoxicating dominance. With a whimper of surrender, she found herself uttering the words he desired, her voice trembling with need.

"Please...use me," she pleaded, her heart racing as she surrendered herself to the delicious torment of Remo's touch.


Trigger warnings; Self-harm, mental illness, rough sexual acts etc.

The Twisted Obsession

She hid her face against his shoulder as she choked on the moan that felt like it was punched out of her with the mix of listening to him, imagining him doing what he just described, and the sensation of his fingers. The whole ordeal was maddening because he refused to move further than touching her over her shorts.

"You missed my tongue drinking your juices? Or you missed me kneeling between your legs?" he pressed his fingers against her clit but stopped moving them completely, and she whined at the lack of friction while he demanded, "I'm not moving until you answer."

"Yes—I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. How it felt," she huffed with her face still buried against his shoulder, wishing it was easier for her to talk the way he does. "I want you to eat me out again—I like it."