Guilty Claims Series by A. J. Black

I showed up for a Valentine’s Day blind date. Instead, I came face to face with the silver fox I had a one-night stand with. Sebastian Vale. Billionaire. Mafia heir. The man who wrecked me with nothing but control, dark promises,. and hands I still feel when I close my eyes. We pretend it was a mistake. A misunderstanding. Two strangers who never should’ve crossed paths again. Until his family hires me to work at his estate. And Sebastian gives me a choice—. move in with him, or walk away broke... moreI showed up for a Valentine’s Day blind date. Instead, I came face to face with the silver fox I had a one-night stand with. Sebastian Vale. Billionaire. Mafia heir. The man who wrecked me with nothing but control, dark promises,. and hands I still feel when I close my eyes. We pretend it was a mistake. A misunderstanding. Two strangers who never should’ve crossed paths again. Until his family hires me to work at his estate. And Sebastian gives me a choice—. move in with him, or walk away broke. Thirty days. One house. One bed I’m not supposed to touch. And a Valentine’s deadline ticking down like a loaded gun. He’s planning an arranged marriage to save his empire. But this time, I’m risking everything. Including the secret growing inside me. TEMPTED BY THE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA HEIR. is a sizzling standalone mafia romance filled with power games, forbidden attraction, forced proximity, and a secret baby no one saw coming. No cheating, no cliffhangers—just a dark, addictive HEA guaranteed. less

I took sexy videos in my office at midnight to save my fiancé. The next morning, my mafia boss played it for me. Worse? My fiancé sold me to him—as his private assistant for sexual needs. I was only trying to save my engagement. A locked office. Lace beneath my skirt. A phone camera tilted just right. I thought no one was watching behind the glass walls. I was wrong. Now my boss knows what my body looks like when I’m desperate. He doesn’t fire me. Instead, he offers me a job. Personal assistant... moreI took sexy videos in my office at midnight to save my fiancé. The next morning, my mafia boss played it for me. Worse? My fiancé sold me to him—as his private assistant for sexual needs. I was only trying to save my engagement. A locked office. Lace beneath my skirt. A phone camera tilted just right. I thought no one was watching behind the glass walls. I was wrong. Now my boss knows what my body looks like when I’m desperate. He doesn’t fire me. Instead, he offers me a job. Personal assistant. Private needs. Absolute obedience. I tell him I have a fiancé. He tells me how much debt my fiancé owes. Enough to buy me. One signature later, I belong to Daniil Popov. After work, I thought I could disappear for a drink. Until he followed me there, emptied the place, and punished me with his touch. then ordered, “Don’t leave my sight. Not tonight. Not ever. ”. Now I'm caged in his mansion, his world. And the worst part? My body understands that long before my heart dares to. less

It started with one anonymous sext…. Or so I thought. It ended with my boss’s baby in my belly. Ares Greco. My boss. My tormentor. He sends me impossible files. Until I bumped into him taking care of himself. Fury. Desire. Shame. All tangled in one sext. Biggest mistake of my life. If I’d known he was reading every word…. Every dirty text. Every moan I typed. Getting wet. Stripping down. I never would have. Because Ares isn’t just my boss. He’s a ruthless Bratva king... moreIt started with one anonymous sext…. Or so I thought. It ended with my boss’s baby in my belly. Ares Greco. My boss. My tormentor. He sends me impossible files. Until I bumped into him taking care of himself. Fury. Desire. Shame. All tangled in one sext. Biggest mistake of my life. If I’d known he was reading every word…. Every dirty text. Every moan I typed. Getting wet. Stripping down. I never would have. Because Ares isn’t just my boss. He’s a ruthless Bratva king. Now the sext dosen't just stay on my screen. Office. Gala. Dark corners. He ties me. Uses me. Owns me. I thought it was just pain and pleasure. Until two pink lines leave proof. He will never let me go. less