I knew it. I should have never made a deal with the devil. And him? He was worse than the devil. The cold metal kissed my throat-not a lover's touch, but a promise. I felt every groove of the barrel, every intention behind it. Then he pushed deeper. "I thought we had a deal." His voice. Low. Gravel and gasoline. The kind of quiet that doesn't ask for permission. It takes. I've seen him angry. I've seen him bury men for breathing wrong. But this? He was frustrated. And frustration for him meant dead for me. The gun bit into my skin. I whimpered. Closed my eyes like that would save me. His other hand fisted hand-not holding. Crushing. I could already feel the bruises blooming under his grip. Little purple promises he'd leave behind. "And you never-" His breath hot against my ear. "-fucking break the deal with the devil, kitten." "I'm... I'm sorry." My voice cracked. Pathetic. Begging. I hated it. But I wanted to walk out of this room alive. And he was known for no mercy. So why would he leave someone like me breathing? Then I felt it. His teeth. Not a kiss. Not a threat. A claim. Sinking into my neck like he owned the blood beneath. And I knew what was coming for me. In the devil's syndicate, the throne was never the scary part. He was. _________________________________ ❛Kitten, the devil wrapped in silk, is still the devil.❜ _________________________________ • Tropes • Morally Grey to Black Hero Damaged Heroine Forced Proximity Gun Play Fear as Arousal Revenge by Proxy

"I'm trying so fucking hard to be gentle, angel... but the way your tight little cunt keeps squeezing my cock...fuck!" Jeon Jungkook's voice was low and strained as he rolled his hips slowly, pushing his thick length deeper into her soaked heat. She was impossibly soft everywhere. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him like velvet, pulling him in greedily even as her body trembled from the stretch. Her hands clutched desperately at his shoulders, nails digging into his tattooed skin. Those big, innocent eyes were half-lidded and glassy, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks every time he bottomed out. Her breasts bounced softly with every thrust, full, perky, and so sensitive that even the brush of his chest against her hard nipples made her whimper. "So soft," he groaned, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Look at you... taking every inch like a good girl even though you're shaking. Your pretty pussy was made for this, wasn't it? Made to get ruined by me." She let out a broken moan, thighs quivering around his waist as she clenched tighter around him. The sight of her, shy, overwhelmed, and dripping wet just for him, made something dark and possessive twist deep in his chest. He kissed her tears away, then whispered against her ear. "Don't cry, baby... I'm only getting started."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*༶•┈┈⛧┈♛✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* When the sweetness of love is replaced by darkness of obsession and romance where resided a small soft flower inside a demonic heart which oathed to protect the softness with all it's might even if that takes to paint the world red, love will find it's way to the forbidden heart where the silent Rhythm matches with his heart beat. An infatuation turned into an obsession where the dark secrets gets unveiled leaving the prisoners of heart at edge not knowing the beautiful future awaiting them. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*༶•┈┈⛧┈♛✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Followed by a tragic family history, a sweet, decent girl who has never seen the outside world becomes Obsession of a Virille Mafia, whose actions speak louder than words. He whispered in her ear, fingers still tightly wrapped around her hair sending excruciating pain to her scalp while she cried. "I don't know what is it, but you do things to me...lovely dark things." _________________________🔥________________________ © All rights reserved by JK_imprints. ⚠️This story comes under mature content and is a dark romance including questionable consent and toxic behaviour ⚠️