The moment his eyes lands on her, he's all determined to make her his. He gets and keeps her against her will. But what he doesn't know is that, there's someone else out there, lurking in the shadows who has his eyes on her, and an ulterior motive too... What happens when two psychopaths cross paths? Who is going to win and who is going to lose? However, the person who suffers and loses the most is the innocent soul who never thought that her life would turn into a living hell. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: Mature content, Physical abuse, Self-harm, Sexual assault, Gross torture and many more.... Note: Draft version, will be edited soon.

A sequel to His Forbidden Entanglement. (You need to read the first book to understand this one. It cannot be read as a standalone.) *** She ripped a part of him a few years back, and now he's stuck in this messed-up maze, looking in all the wrong spots, desperate to patch up that missing piece. ***

SEQUEL TO HIS OBSESSION || Two killers have escaped police custody and are on the run. A broken, violent man haunted by his own demons. And a woman who is coming to accept that her soul is as dark as the night. They seek out the forbidden, pushing boundaries and indulging in their darkest desires. Their love is an all-consuming flame, dark, dangerous, and chaotic. But with this darkness comes a deep and intense bond that neither can resist. The passion they share is forbidden and taboo, but for them, it's worth everything. Spreading death wherever they go, they watch as their world crumbles around them. Their journey becomes more perilous with attempts to separate the ruthless criminals. But, despite these attempts, they resist each attack, determined to cling to each other for as long as they will live. Will they make it out alive; together? Or will they be torn apart one last time? Read WANTED to find out. ••••••• WARNINGS: My books are DARK. Please be ready for this book to have: More death, More smut, More destruction. Prepare to witness the chaos two damaged souls can create.

Book no. 2 to the "PUPPY" series ☾ Amali is no longer the woman who fell in love with Neil. Not after discovering the truth. Not after what he did to her best friend. Neil is a liar, a murderer, and something much worse-but he's also the only one who understands her. As days blur into nights in the small cottage that they now share, and shared secrets bind them tighter. Amalia is caught between two impossible choices: justice or revenge. Is she the victim of a monster? And when the moment comes, will she run from the monster-or become it? ☾ TRIGGER WARNING: WARNING!! This story contains heavy sexual interactions, death/murder, violence, gore, horror, strong language, abusive relationships, mental illness and similar content. If you are easily triggered by similar content I advise you not to read the book. The story is meant for +18 readers. This is a work of fiction. Everything that happens in the book is NOT inspired by real life. ☾ Lastly, don't be shy. Like and comment on the story!

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! His movements hastened, her moans intense. She felt him leaning to her ear, picking up a different angle, his hand moving under her body to grab her breast like a possession, his thrusts fast and hard, his sweat bathing her skin. She came undone as loud as she could have been, pulling the sheets in her small fists, making a mess with her juices. He remained embedded, listening to her breathe, letting her come down from her high, waiting for her to realise what sin was she condoning, what parlous pleasure was she devouring. She remained unmoving, focusing solely on bringing back her dwindling breathe before he decided to speak, closer to her ear as he was, his teasing demeanor was unmissable, his sardonic smile imaginable. "Found you" . . Cat and mouse game could last only so long, it was only about time he clutched her in his claws ready to tear her apart. Tara managed to keep herself safe from his clutches for three long years. Three years of betrayal, longing and chase. She had her share of revenge, it was his turn now. Everything shall be repaid in blood or pain. Or both. In continuation with my previous book "Stuck"