WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Toxicity, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. A man with a drive for blood gets lost in the eyes of a woman with a simple life. Their foreign but not so different worlds come clashing together when he claims her as his. He just can't seem to stay away or get her out of his mind. He couldn't say it was driving him insane because he already lacked in that department. He didn't care what it would take, he wanted her and he would have her.

DISCLAIMER ⚠️ • Keep in mind that this story contains dark subjects, such as abuse, violence and sexual themes. The look of want The feel of love The desire to be touched in a way only you would like Thats what I desired.. but then I met him... Armando Julius Esposito. Oldest brother of three. Whom we met on our vacation. Me and my two bestfriends... The Dark Love Series ꧁•꧂ © By Blushingwhilereading

My hand was clutching impatiently at the hem of your skirt. Your aroma is taunting. Toasted sugar and lavender dancing around like mist... There is a twitch in my lips, and I am too excited to be bothered with shielding it from you as you are just a breath away. We are always so close with too many inches between us. Yet, still just a breath away. I want to hold you and savor you completely. Your deep brown eyes...Whole and fluttering slowly. Dazed and tenderly innocent. A tongue pokes out to gloss your rounded lips .I want to savor it. I want your mouth never to sever from mine. Never. Never... --- Veronica wanted nothing but to bloom. Jacob wanted nothing but her. Soft and rabid. Bitter desiring sweet. --- WARNINGS *LOTS OF VIOLENCE *OBSESSION *CHILD ABUSE

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼 ➤ "𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆." I was already fucked in the head, but when you threw her into the mix, it only made everything worse. Much, much worse. Not that I was complaining. It wasn't a bad thing. It was just... more. More obsession. More hunger. Every part of me amplifiers when in her presence and I was made up of more bad than good. More of the dangerous, possessive ache she carved into me like she belonged there. Sometimes, I didn't know if I loved her or if I was just completely consumed by her. Can you blame me? Everything about her made me crave something I couldn't even name-something deeper, something darker, something more than she could ever possibly give me. And right now? I wanted all of it. Started: February 7th 2024 Ended: ...

Bryce had been a good kid. A better than good kid actually, with his sense of justice and high morals. He wanted to be a police officer and do good things for his community and the world. But then he was kidnapped because of one of his many good deeds, and worse yet, he had dragged his girlfriend, Krissy, into the dangerous mess he had made for himself. Their kidnapper was a woman, a mother, who blamed him for her son's imprisonment and later death. The woman's goal was to torture him, break him, and turn a good kid bad. It wouldn't have worked if not for Krissy - the good kid's one weakness. The one thing he would do anything for, including becoming a Monster.

"Meeting you was fate.. Becoming your friend was a choice.. But falling in love with you I had no control over." -Teresa Conroy "When wounds are healed by love, the scars are beautiful." -David Bowles Enjoy the intense tragic love story between a Russian Don and his Flower. Imani and Valis Kholodov. This story contains severe explicit content. #1 in #Russian on 8/28/23 #1 in #Pleasure on 8/28/23 #1 in #List on 9/21/23 #1 in #Man on 4/23/24 #1 in #mafialife © All Rights Reserved

We loved each other in the most twisted ways imaginable to man. I soothed the monster within him, while he fed mine.

enamor: /iˈnamər,eˈnamər/ to be filled with a feeling of love for. "Dance for me" I whispered in her ear. She smiles. We were outside in a garden near a lake. It was beautiful. The sun was setting. She took off her shoes and stood up on the grass. She began to hum music and close her eyes. I watch her in awe as she twirls and leaps into the air. Spinning and moving like water. Like a swan she dances, she writes something with her body that I can not decipher, but I can feel. She calls to my heart, it is thumping madly. My pupils are blown, and my eyes shine with so much. For her art, for her. She is truly flawless. I am deeply in love with her, there is no denying it. ∞ A black girl stranded in France by the death of her parents, grows up to become a beautiful ballerina. However a dangerous mobster who has eyes for her, has some demands...

When Astraia is taken in by a sadistic mercenary of the black market, her life takes a turn for the worst of torture, sex, and submission to the possessive dominance of Levi... [ READ TAGS ] [ TRIGGER WARNING ]

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award