People have heard of monsters that hunt. Of monsters that leave blood in their wake. But have you ever heard of a monster devoting himself to his only salvation? Vardan didn't fall in love with Devika. He worshipped the darkness within her and willingly let it consume him.

༼۝A story that starts with forbidden love, but then...shit gets real༼۝ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ~ Explicit Sexual Themes 🦋No smut at the start of this story, though it is going to be there after a little slowburn🦋 • I growl, low and rough, as I thrust harder, faster. "Some little bastard bats his lashes at you and suddenly you're ready to say yes?! In front of me? While I was watching?" She bites her lip, whimpering, moaning, that sound that always fucks with my head. My hands grips her thigh, spreading her wider, my pace unforgiving. Because she needs to fucking learn - no, she needs to know that how much I'm hers. And that she's mine. "Daddy's teaching you here something," I hissed against her ear, sweat dripping down my temple. "Every fucking time you even think about letting another guy get close like that, remember this - remember how it feels when I'm buried so deep inside you you can't fucking breathe." Her nails dig into my shoulders, her body arching, those tight, sweet little nipples brushing against my skin, begging for the attention her pussy is throbbing against. Her voice cracks out my name, and i grin, dark and mean. "Yeah, scream it. Let the whole fucking neighbourhood know who owns this sweet little cunt." I slam into her harder, gritting my teeth, my hand gripping her jaw to make her look at me through her dazed, teary eyes. "Keep looking at me when I'm ruining you, Miss Davis." She shivers at that, face turning redder. I say, voice low enough, "you're mine, Vi. My baby, my brat. And when I'm done with you tonight, you'll know exactly why." My pace turns brutal, merciless. Her moans turn into broken sounds, the bedframe creaking under us - • ⚠️ Content warning ⚠️ This story contains mature themes and explicit themes that may be sensitive to some readers. Please avoid reading the story as there's going to be: - Smut - explicit sex A request again to please avoid reading who are uncomfortable. ~

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.