Résultats pour "Daddy" dans Suspense romantique

Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston. When he walks me home, people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants. So why does he have eyes only for me? Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I've earned a spanking? Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I'm too ashamed to beg him to do to me? Maybe it's all of those, but I'm pretty sure there's something else too.

Isla has been surrounded by monsters her entire life. She was raised with them, so it was only natural that she would date one. Trapped in a world where she's nothing but a toy to be manipulated and used, she longs to escape. She never expects to find salvation in the arms of her abusive boyfriend's father--a dangerous man with a penchant for violence. Yet somehow, he offers the safety and comfort she never expected to find in her hollow and jaded life. But the thing about salvation, it never comes without sacrifice.

I don’t want a serious relationship, and certainly not with the single dad next door. But one look at Gordo? I’m smitten. Even though I might be a tough looking tattoo artist, I know that the ink does a lot to hide my own insecurities. It doesn’t matter how much Gordo seems to like me - I can’t bring myself to make a move.

Tyler. Mr. Phillips. The silver fox that fills my fantasies and has been off limits…until now. Our one night together turns into more than we could have ever imagined. But when real life explodes into our torrid romance, can we handle what it brings?

When Aleksei Morozov tilted my chin up with a single finger and kissed me, I slapped him like a good girl should when her new boss treats her like his property on her very first day on the job. Then I spent the night fantasizing about him doing absolutely shameful things to me, and when he kissed me again the next day, I just knelt at his feet, undid his pants, and begged for what I needed. By the time I found out he's a Bratva kingpin, he'd already made me his in every way. Now I'm bare and bound to his bed, knowing I'm about to take it really, really hard.

When Shane Kavanagh waltzed into the Murphy pub as if he owned the place, what set my heart racing wasn't his brash arrogance, his obnoxiously gorgeous eyes, or his scolding yet sexy tone. It wasn't even him promising to spank me and then ravage me the way no man has ever dared. It was how he made me feel like a naughty little girl and a blushing virgin when I was neither. I'm the daughter of a powerful Irish mafia family and he's the boss of a rival organization, but when he rides me with his belt tight around my throat it doesn't make me want to call a hitman.

Ich wollte nur meinem Job als Kellnerin auf dem Sommerfest der Boston Firefighter nachgehen … stattdessen habe ich mir die Finger an einem Feuerwehrmann verbrannt. Anthony ist charmant, verboten heiß und definitiv kein Mann für eine Beziehung. Doch zwei Striche auf dem Schwangerschaftstest später steht meine Welt kopf. Ich hatte andere Pläne. Karriere. Unabhängigkeit. Und ganz sicher kein Baby mit einem Playboy. Aber jetzt ist da dieses kleine Leben – und Anthony. Der plötzlich wieder in mein Leben stolpert.

My mafia protector just put a ring on it. Telling him no is not an option. I come from old money. Built on blood and buried bodies. When my father is murdered, New York’s deadliest single daddy is brought in to protect me. The tension between us is instant. I can see it in his eyes—this is a possessive man. The rules he gives me are simple. Pretend to be his fiancé so no one dares touch me. Pretend I don’t want him to claim every inch of my soul. His protection is addictive. His touch is dominating. Only one word goes through my mind when he’s near. Run.

Connor Murphy was the perfect husband for a bratva kingpin's daughter. An Irish mafia boss I could marry to secure an alliance between our families. It was all supposed to be so simple... But then our wedding was attacked and I ended up on the run with his brother Caden. Now I'm caught between two men, and I can't tell which way is what. Not when Caden takes me over his knee, and definitely not when Connor bends me over and bares my bright red ass with his brother watching before making me come so hard I pass out.

Belle is a gorgeous disaster—kind, selfless, and with curves that make me want to take her innocence. I’m a broken widower doing a terrible job of raising my six-year-old daughter. The throne to my father’s empire is up for grabs, and there are only two options: My brother—the family man with heirs to take over. Or me—the hot-mess single dad with violent tendencies. So when Belle—the innocent daughter of a man who owes my family millions—walks into my office, I know exactly how her father will pay. Her hand in marriage. An heir to secure my throne.

I can’t stop obsessing over my Daddy. Tall, deadly, cold. While other people call him a robot, I know the truth. Underneath that big bad mafia exterior is a man that I want to call my own. The only problem? He doesn’t see me as more than a toy. Oh and he’s straight. But… He’s mine. Whenever I look at Riccardo Bianchi I see DADDY in big, bold letters. Too bad he keeps me at arm’s length. Maybe it’s for the best because there are things about me that Riccardo doesn’t know. Dark things.

I first met Mikhail Ivanov on a plane. He was the stormy-eyed stranger seated next to me, calming me during a bumpy flight… The silver fox who sucked the air out of my lungs and claimed my innocence. I thought it would end with the Mile High Club. I had no idea he was a ruthless Bratva boss, or that he was about to become something even more… My husband. Daddy to my twins. And when the vultures start circling... My savage protector who'll tear the whole world apart for me and my babies.

Ben was the man I never forgot. Five years ago in Vegas, he left me with more than memories. I was pregnant. And I had no way to find him. Today, my family business is going under. Guess who shows up to buy it? Ben McCullough. Sleek and bossy. A blast from my dark past. He's not just investing in my bakery. He's bonding with my son. Wonder what happens when he discovers it's OUR son....

When I threw Riley Murphy over my shoulder and carried her off after killing the bastard who dared to touch her, I swore to myself that I was only bringing her home with me to keep her safe. She's an eighteen-year-old orphan who deserves a man who'll tell her she's his good girl. Not a ruthless Bratva boss who'll make her scream for him before he's even inside her. But the moment I pulled her cute little panties down for a much-needed spanking and found her soaking wet, I knew I'd be taking her innocence in the same bed I tucked her into last night.

Nastya Semyonov first met Haze at a bar, but for Haze Hopkins, duty calls before either can act on their desires. He’s gone without a glance back, leaving her thinking that maybe all the hot looks were only one-sided. Fast forward to the next day, Nastya hitches a ride to her car that she left behind the night before, only to run into the same man from last night. Neither one truly thinks before they act, and they spend a hot fifteen minutes in a fast-food restaurant bathroom before parting ways again.

Ich bin so kalt wie der Winter in den Highlands, Baby. Und doch weiß ich, dass du meiner Dunkelheit verfallen wirst. Spielen wir ein Spiel, Baby? Aber ich warne dich: Es ist gefährlich. Denn die Spielregeln bestimmt Daddy allein. Und die erste Regel lautet: Du gehörst mir, kleines Mädchen! Elizabeth loves William. And William loves Elizabeth. A DARK HIGHLAND LOVESTORY... William. Nach einer einsamen und lieblosen Kindheit habe ich mir geschworen, nie wieder verletzlich zu sein. Für Gefühle ist in meinem Leben kein Platz. Das Spiel mit Macht und Unterwerfung gibt mir mehr als Zärtlichkeit.

Bei Magnesiumbränden entstehen Temperaturen bis zu 3000 °C – heißer ist nur Brinley Rose Allen. Allerdings ist mir klar, dass ich aus diversen Gründen die Finger von ihr lassen sollte. Sie ist meine Studentin. Ich bin mehr als zwanzig Jahre älter als sie. Ihr Vater könnte mir das Leben extrem schwermachen. Ganz zu schweigen von den anderen Männern, die von Brinley Rose angezogen werden wie Motten vom Licht. Aber ich war noch nie gut darin, das Richtige zu tun. Es wird kein Problem sein, die Konkurrenz auszuschalten.

Einen letzten Raubzug wollte ich noch unternehmen, bevor ich meine Karriere als Diebin beende - kein bezahlter Auftrag, sondern eine Belohnung für mich selbst. In Los Angeles werfe ich meine Angel aus, bis Devon Winters anbeißt und mir Zugang zu seiner luxuriösen Villa gewährt. Alles läuft glatt. Zu glatt. Ehe ich verstehe, was eigentlich passiert ist, stehe ich zwischen drei Männern, von denen keiner in Wahrheit der ist, der vorgibt zu sein. Zum ersten Mal in meinem Leben laufe ich Gefahr, mein Herz zu verlieren. Doch wem kann ich wirklich trauen?

My line of work lands me in bed with criminals more often than I’d like. When an Italian mobster hires me to investigate a murder, it leads me to him. Yuri Lenkov, rumored assassin for the Bratva. The moment we meet, I know he’s dangerous. Not to mention, the man is arrogant as hell. He agrees to answer my questions, if I go to dinner with him. How hard can that be? Much harder than I anticipated.

I've admired him from afar for years, until he shows his true colors. Dante Ortega has played guitar at the club I work at ever since I started. His band is famous in New York City. One night, I find out the gorgeous guitarist has a very dark secret. One moment I'm a bartender living a normal life. The next, I'm kidnapped by the man of my dreams. I'm a witness to a murder he committed. It turns out Dante is the leader of the cartel in New York.