Thomas Sighing I pull Mia into my arms. She groans a little so I know she is still awake, at least enough to hear what I am about to say. "If you leave me I will hunt you down and drag you back here. I will chain you to my bed and you will never see the light of day again. I know everything about you down to the teacher you had in the first grade Mrs. Hughes at HillCrest elementary in Marietta Georgia. Mia I will give you the entire world, but I will take everything away from you if you try to run from me, so I suggest you be a good girl and stay put." She's got me too hooked to let her get the idea of leaving now, she has to know there are going to be consequences to her actions. Mia's body goes tense in my arms. A lopsided grin makes its way onto my face. "Nod if you understand." My thumb rubs a part of her naked belly that I'm resting my hand on. She gives me a small nod. "Good, get some rest, we go again in thirty minutes." - Chapter eight Book will get darker as you read along...

"Do you know how hard it is for me to share you with the world Angel?" He sits on the couch we where just standing in front of. "Every day I have to fight the urge to lock you somewhere only I can get to. Codziennie I have to convince myself to not cut off your legs or sever your spine so that you can walk anymore. So that you are only dependent on me." He talks about hurting me like it is a dream of his he wants to come true. Every day He pulls me onto his lap. I trimble in his arms. He is scaring me. "You talking like that to me makes me want to cut out your tongue. It makes me want to beat all thoughts of you disobeying me from you head." His grip on me tightens but his voice stays the same...calm. He talks to me in a tone that is like he is telling me a story about a princess locked in a tower. His eyes are still focused in on me, but I choose not to look at him. For the first time during our whole conversation he heightens his voice. "Look at me!" I jump up startled. His Russian accent is thick. Chapter Ten Author Book will be getting darker as you read along... Content warning Content contains... rape, murder, torture, non consensual acts, violence, bad language, and domestic violence. Please read at your own risk. I try to update frequently, but I might slip up here and there. This is not edited yet. I do ask that you guys help me by pointing out any mistakes you may notice. When I do write I do type fast and don't usually come back but eventually everything will be edited.

Recommended for readers 18+ DARK ROMANCE (BWWM) Book 1-Her Unknown Fate Book 1.5- Her Loyalty Book 2-Her Legacy Book 3-Their Empire ‼️MATURE CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING DON'T START READING EXPECTING IT TO BE RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS.LAST WARNING IF YOU'VE NEVER READ A DARK ROMANCE DON'T BE BRAVE NOW.THIS ISN'T THAT BUTTERFLIES IN YOUR STOMACH TYPE OF LOVE STORY. Jenelle grew up with everything she could ask for except the attention from her parents.While raising herself she's always relied on her instincts to keep her and the people around her safe.When her instincts warn her to stay far away from a beautiful devil she listens. What happens when that same man decides that Jenelle is the woman he wants to inflict his pain on? Ambrossio is a man that many fear and he's decided that Jenelle's blood,pain,tears and body belongs to him and he'll do whatever it takes to have her. Will Jenelle survive Ambrossio or will she die like the others? THESE CHAPTERS ARE NOT EDITED.I'm only writing this for fun.This is my first story.I'm not sure which direction the story will go. Please be kind and leave a review.Hate will not be tolerated. FYI- I write long chapters unless I'm busy with school☺️. Start:8/23/2021 End: 9/12/2021

💢This is dark romance.💢 Reader's discretion is highly advised. *** "Stop crying Geneva." His eyes held hers, he wanted her to listen. "I haven't done anything to you. Yet." *** Book Two in the Rodriguez Series. Highest Rankings: #1 Hurtful

Nikolai sat on the edge of the bed like a shadow carved out of ice and fire. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms inked in thick black and scars I didn't recognize. His tie hung loose around his neck. One hand held a crystal tumbler of vodka, the other draped across his thigh, fingers lazily tapping. His hair was a little messy-like he'd been pacing, or running his hand through it for the last hour. But his eyes... They were clear. Sharp. Hungry. Focused on me. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I stood in the doorway, barefoot and flushed from the night, heart climbing up my throat. He didn't speak right away. Just looked me over like he was taking inventory of what was his. Then he spoke-in Russian, slow and deliberate: "Иди сюда котёнок." "Come here kitten" The air turned thick. Almost electric. I didn't move. My muscles locked, my mind racing. I could feel the alcohol slipping from my system, replaced by something sharper. Colder. Power. His power. I swallowed hard. "Nikolai..." He took a slow sip of vodka, never breaking eye contact. Then leaned forward slightly, voice low but lethal. "Don't make me have to come get you, котёнок." "Kitten"

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.