𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 with emotional touch... ❝You are only mine to ruin and mine to fuck Doll.❞ Since childhood, her heart bloomed untouched-too pure to sense the poison in his veins. She was a fragile light; he, a sinner in shadows. With every cruel glance and twisted word, he drew her into his flames, aiming to ruin not just her body, but the soul he had already claimed. "D-Don't touch me..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Her warm brown eyes shimmered with dread, confusion, and grief as she pressed against the cold wall, nowhere left to run. He stepped closer, like a predator, his eyes gleaming darkness. "Don't?" he echoed with a cruel smile, brushing a finger across her cheek-soft, delicate...terrifying. "But you called me in your sleep, little doll. Whispered my name like a prayer. You belong to me more than your own name does." His fingers tangled in her hair, exposing her throat. Leaned in, his breath ghosted her ear as his next words tore into her soul. "You were made to be mine. My pain, my pleasure, my toy to ruin." "No-" she gasped, but he silenced her with a dark chuckle. "Shh. Don't speak unless I make you beg." Her knees buckled, but he caught her, his grip rough yet controlling. "Think I'm a monster?" he asked, his voice velvety and menacing. She nodded faintly, tears spilling, lips trembling. He smirked darkly, leaning in close enough for her to taste his madness. "Let me show you how monstrous I can be." His hand slid down her body, claiming her cruelly. Every touch burned like a brand, her tear-streaked face twisted in horror and surrender. "Tonight, little doll...you'll beg. You'll forget what freedom feels like." Just before her resistance shattered, he whispered against her lips: "You are not mine because I love you. You're mine because no one else is allowed to even dream of you." She was his Sin, He was her Sinner. And Sin had never tasted so bitterly beautiful.

" Oh fuck!!" "Little one, I don't think it suits a baby to curse." " Hey!! Who are you calling little? I am a big girl. Can't you see?? " she hissed angrily, rubbing her knees. He chuckled and bent down to see her injury. " it's not that big. Stop crying like a baby." "Are you serious!! You..You are such a bad man I have ever met. Even my neighbour's son feels sad after hurting me. And you!! Huh!!" she said with an angry pout. He chuckled and stood up. He gave his hand to her to get up but she slapped his hand and stood up herself whining in pain. --------------------------------------------------- "Stop coming near me, or, or," she stuttered, trying to break free from his cage-like hold. "Or what, little one?" he whispered hoarsely in her ear. She didn't like it - that was what her mind was screaming. But she also knew it was a turn-on for her. "Just leave me, Mr. Knight," she tried to act bold, but all her words came out as a mere whisper. He smirked and moved closer, their bodies touching. She could feel his heavy bulge against her lower abdomen. She bit her lip. He moved in closer, and before she could speak, he claimed her lips, shocking her to the core. "Mine..." ----------------------------------------------------------- He is broken, she is his cure. He is alone, she has everyone. He is cold, she is on fire. She ain't any innocent, naive girl but a fiesty one. What will happen when they both meet after their first encounter??

His fingers trailed along her cheek. Gentle. Possessive. Dangerous. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled... fought... got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him, was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me..." His expression flickered, something ancient, something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

His hand lifted slowly, almost shaking, until his knuckles brushed her cheek. "Don't touch me." "I told you," he said, stepping closer until his chest nearly touched hers, "I won't hurt you. But I will touch you." "You think that's any different?" "Not when it's me," he said without hesitation."You'll see the difference." "You're mad," she whispered. "Mad is chasing something that doesn't exist," he murmured. "But you... you exist. I can see you, breathe you, touch you." He pressed his palm to the wall beside her head, caging her in. "You're mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to..." his eyes flicked down to her lips, lingering, "...claim." Her breath hitched. "Claim? I'm not yours." "You were mine the moment I saw you," he said, his hand sliding to her jaw. "Every fear, every wall you hide behind-they're mine now. I'll tear them down, one by one, until there's nothing left between us." Her lips trembled. "Why me?" "Because I've never wanted anyone else," he whispered. "And I never will." She searched his face desperately for a trace of softness, but there was none. "You can't just decide that." "I didn't decide," he murmured. "It happened the second I saw you. The second you looked at me in a way no one else ever has." "I never-" "You did," he cut her off "You're trying to forget it because you're scared. But fear doesn't change the truth." His thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth. "I told you before... don't talk to Varun. Don't marry him. You'll only marry me. Because you're mine." Her eyes stung, tears threatening. "Stop saying that me... you'll feel me." Her voice cracked. "You're insane." "And you're my obsession."

She was mine long before she knew it. I had been raised in shadows, in a world where power was survival and choice was an illusion. But then there was her. She slipped into my life unexpectedly and defiantly, her eyes too bright for a town like this one. She was unafraid of what lay beneath the surface, thinking she could walk away and resist the pull. But every step she took only bound her tighter to me. She was delicate but stubborn, fierce enough to face what others ran from, even if she didn't fully see it yet. She was the only thing I had ever chosen. I would break anything to keep her, everything, even her illusions of freedom. Because in a world that offered no choices, she became my one certainty. I will carve that truth into the world, with blood, if I have to. R. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

Ruby O'Brian was born into this world of guns and war. After being away at school she comes back to some News. Ruby has been promised to marry one of the most notorious Mafia prince. Colton Salvatore. Colton Salvatore is a cold hatred killer. He takes what he wants and doesn't hesitate to do so. He set his eyes on Ruby years ago and now he had returned to clams what is his. ------------------------- "You really got a bad attitude." "Only for you." I smirked going to turn away from him. Colton grabbed my wrist and pulled my body right to his chest making me squeal for how fast his movements were. "Now don't make me play the bad guy little one." I was pushing as hard as I could to get out of his grip and doing everything that I could. What shocked me was when he slapped my ass. I was mortified. No one had ever touched me like he was right now and I didn't want it. I couldn't help myself when my hand came up and went across his face. His head went to the side with the force I put behind my smack. I won't lie I was proud of my work. I went to move back but he kept his hands on my waist. He picked me up and grabbed the bottle from my hand throwing it somewhere on the lawn. This is where all panic came to me. I didn't know what this guy could do. He was from a family of KILLERS! "I-I'm Sorry! Please put me down!" I cried as I saw him carrying me closer to the pool. "To late now baby."

✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and his biggest motive being to never let anyone on the pain he has been carrying in his heart that has been bleeding for stitches till this day. He had grown out of love with the concept of love which had him only suffer. Little did the heartless mob boss know he would find someone who knew him more than he knew himself. Ravenna Romano, a kind & loving therapist, who had made a mission to help others escape their pain and make them fall in love with the idea of love once again. Losing her baby brother, Beau, at a young age had given her the curse of a bleeding heart which after a long toll, she learned pain can be only subsided by love. She knew darkness can only be taken away by the light of hope. Hope of a new fresh start. But she did not know that she would be helping the heartless Italian realise that his heart was waiting to be healed. Little did she know that she was going to be the therapist of Rafael Rossi. But would she be able to be his remedy when she choose the sweetest words to heal his brittle heart when he choose the most poisonous actions to break it. ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ "Mr.Rossi I really need you to open up to me for our sessions to work." She said in her sweet innocent voice as he felt himself rage at her pointless efforts on healing something that doesn't exist. "How about you start by opening up to me?" He asked while his eyes traveled down her ripe body. "Mr.Rossi, I don't understand." The caring heart of the therapist spoke as she felt his greedy gaze upon her untouched shrine . "Open up your legs Ms.Romano."

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

"I think you should dress up." He said in his deep, sexy voice, staring at my stark naked body. "Nah, I like watching you struggle with your desires while I'm naked around you." I replied as I stood in front of him, unclothed, after my shower. "Trust me, you don't want that." He said in a husky tone. "Maybe I do." "Really? What do you want, Veronica?" He came closer to me. "I want you to fuck me, hard and let me taste that ravishingly luscious, desire-dripping body of yours." I said as I licked his lips, pressing my bare breasts against his chest. ~•~ Veronica's dad is the mob boss. He sends her to Mexico for her college, with a bodyguard Logan, probably because his rivals think that she did something which makes her, their target. He expects her to follow some rules, for example: marrying his mob partner's son but little does he know that she has broken the only rule which he has asked her not to. Because sleeping with your bodyguard knowing that your dad is against it, isn't the best thing, is it? ----------------- Experience this hot sexy, thrilling, lusty and erotic story. **HIGH MATURE CONTENT** Started on: May 4th 2021 Ended on: ~•HIGHEST RANKINGS•~ #1 in bodyguards #1 in fucks #1 in lusty #1 in multi-billionaire #2 in eroticastories out of 4.36K stories #3 in lust our of 31.7K stories #5 in hotboys out of 7.14K stories #10 in mobsters out of 2.9K stories #12 in mafia out of 93.4K stories #10 in rude out of 4.76K stories #19 in gangster out of 15.2K stories #46 in millionaire #48 in hardcore Copyrights ©2021 @Amelia_Rosexxx

His body molds into mine perfectly from behind as he grasps my waist with cold hands. "Didn't I tell you who you belonged to?" His husky, dark voice flows through my ears as his hands travel slowly to my hips, leaving a trail of heat along the way. "I belong to no one." My tone wavers unsteadily, and I curse him for having control over me. He chuckles, a lovely sound coming from deep within his chest. Suddenly, our chests are flush against each other with his hand buried in my hair. "Oh, but you do. And intend to show you that." He whispers possessively, his lips crushing mine. ~~ The second book is out now! The Queen of Darkness. Check it out!