My father's debt sold me to El Diablo- the ruthless cartel king with a body made for sin. One night. One touch. And now he won't stop until I'm screaming his name, broken and begging beneath him. He hunts me. Claims me. Fucks me like the devil he is - possessive, brutal, and addicted. I hate him. I crave him. And God help me... I never want him to let go. 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

No one survives the mine... once he decides you're his. I didn't fall into darkness- I was dragged into it. Into him. Cold. Ruthless. Addictive. The kind of man who doesn't ask... he takes. His touch burns. His gaze owns. And every second near him feels like a sin I don't want to escape. I should hate him. I should run. But the deeper he pulls me in... the more I crave the danger. 🖤 He doesn't love-he possesses. 🖤 He doesn't touch-he claims. And I'm already his. 🔞🔞 🔞