Izra stood at the stove, her mind filled with fear, her face look worried. Heavy footsteps echoed behind her. Before she could turn, his hand clamped around her wrist. "You think you can ignore me after what you did?" His voice was sharp, dripping with anger. "I..I'm just cooking," she tried to avoid his eyes, her heart pounding. He yanked her forward, her body hitting the counter. The hot pan burn beside her, and before she could react, he forced her hand down onto the pan Loud scream ripped from her throat as the burning metal touch her soft skin. "Stop! Please It hurts!" she sobbed, trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened, Keeping her in place "Maybe now you'll listen like a good wife." His voice was calm. Warning ⚠️ abusive, bad language, toxic relationship, meterial rape. Unedited

Atticus is a meticulous and professional hitman, using his trade to fund his true guilty pleasures. Ridding the world of those filthy whores. Plagued by his own demons he drowns in addiction and blood, he uses his devastatingly handsome features and effortless charm to lure women into his web, only to sadistically torture and kill them, turning their pain into his twisted art. Detached and calculating, his life is one of control and depravity, each victim carefully chosen to satisfy his dark past and satisfy his need to be whole. That is until he meets Calla Edwards-a reserved, intelligent nursing student with a past as fractured as his own. To Atticus, she isn't just another conquest; she's his destiny. Bound by their shared pain, he becomes obsessed with her, convinced that only Calla can truly see him, understand him, and love him. As his obsession spirals, Calla finds herself walking a dangerous line to keep herself alive as his captive. How far will Atticus go to claim the one person he believes is meant to be his? Will Atticus break his little doll if she refuses to play? Read to find out how Atticus goes from predator to protector... *THIS BOOK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNINGS** **STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, GORE, SEX, BDSM, VIOLENCE, SA REFERENCES, KNIFE PLAY, BLOOD PLAY, CNC, ABUSE, STALKER, NON CON, DUB CON** Written in Atticus' & Calla's perspectives !

My gown hiked up my thighs, brushing the edge of my hips. Fuck. All I had underneath were thin panties - and he knew it. "What are you doing?" I whispered, breath catching in my throat. "Look at me." "I don't want to." My eyes locked on the front door behind him like it was my last escape route. "Daphne," he said, voice razor-sharp, low, commanding. "Look. At. Me." Reluctantly... slowly... my gaze shifted. First, the grey eye. Stormy. Intense. Then the hazel. Warm. Piercing. Then both. And I drowned. "Ask," he whispered. "I know you have questions." I licked my lips. Softly. Absentmindedly. And his eyes dropped.." They stayed there - on my lips - far too long. He didn't even try to look away. My heart hammered. "The tattoos..." I breathed, gaze flicking to the ink sprawled across his chest. "When did you get them?" "When I was eighteen," he said, voice quiet. "Some hole-in-the-wall shop in Paris." I leaned in, just slightly. "What do they mean?" His eyes darkened. "A bunch of bad words. Bad things." ...Can I touch it?" His mouth curled. Slow. Wicked. "Go for it." ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Daphne Hawthorne was living her best life as a recent graduate until she met a mysterious Spanish man with hazel eyes and a flirty smile. It didn't take long before she found herself giving in to him completely, opening her legs and indulging in everything he wanted. Their relationship quickly grew, leading to marriage, but just four months in, her life fell apart, leaving her broken beyond repair. Three years later, fate drops a near-impossible twist in her lap: a new boss walks in with Gabriel's face. Only he isn't Gabriel-he's Gabriel's twin, the complete opposite in manner and morals. Daphne is pulled between the memory of a man who destroyed her and the confusing, magnetic pull toward this new man who looks exactly the same but acts entirely different. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. (18+ rated ❤️ ) I update this story daily,

As we pull up in front of my mansion, I prepare myself for the conversation I'm about to have with my wife. It's a little after midnight and I see the blinds move in the living room and I know she is awake. Awake and pissed. As I walk through the front door, I hear her padding towards me. I'm not scared of much. But all 5'0 of my wife is terrifying. She is fuming as she walks to me but then I notice the confusion as she stares at the bundle of blankets in my arms. Thinking quickly, I push the baby into her arms. She can't hit me if she is holding a baby. "Ares?!" She whisper yells. She looks at the baby and then her eyes snap up to mine. "Hello my love." I peck her lips while she is still in shock. "Don't 'hello my love' me! Where did this baby come from?!" She isn't looking at me anymore. She is stroking the baby's cheek. She is completely mesmerized by her already. "Her father is no longer of this earth. Her mother died giving birth to her. She is alone. She is almost two." Her eyes snap to mine. "Two? She looks much younger than that." "She has had a hard life. Her father was into drugs. I haven't heard her speak other than crying." "Poor baby." I stand there watching my wife fall in love with the toddler. "What's her name?" My beautiful wife asks. "McKenna." "She's beautiful." She whispers. "She's ours." "What?" She looks at me with tears in her eyes. I don't own any pictures #1 in Breastfeeding - November 2, 2021 #2 in Toddler - November 2, 2021 #1 in Nursing - November 8, 2021 #2 in Adopted - November 29, 2021