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22-year- old tattooed boy Harry has no mercy towards anyone. 20-year-old Johanna has just moved and transferred to NYU as she is working on her double major as a doctor and a writer. Harry's anger, temper, attitude, and violence intimidates. Johanna being the silent, happy but broken girl has secrets that shouldn't be revealed. Johanna falls for Harry as she believes that she can change his ways without knowing his biggest secret, while he thinks he can break down her walls. Little did they know that they would bring each other misery and happiness, loss and love, anger and full-blown passion towards each other and into their too quiet lives. One touch from the green-eyed tattooed prince could change her entire life; one touch from the hazel-eyed beauty could flip his world upside down. Will they sink or survive? "Jo," Harry's holding me in between both of his tattooed arms as I look up he's staring at me with his emerald green eyes and he smiles widely, "I love you."
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Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

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