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Dark Devil

Dark Devil

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jun 14, 2022
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Romance
"wha- what are you doing?" She asks him, her voice filled with apprehension and trepidation. Her eyes widen at the sight of the knife, She starts squirming in his hold. His left hand reaches her upper arm as he tries to soothe her. "Shh, it's okay love. I am not going to hurt you" is all he says sliding the blade along her body, the cold metal glides around her curves. "Fucking hell, what are you doing to me" he mutters with himself admiring the gorgeous woman before him. * * * * * // He was the monster that's under your bed. The one you fear from a young age, the one whos name terrified people, the one you should be running away from. Not for her. To her he was the protector who saves you from that monster, who helps you achive your deepest desires. Eliza has always being taught to fear the dark. She was lead to believe the light was the only right way. That is until she met Johnatan. With him she realized there was beauty in darkness and even if to everyone's eyes he was the Devil, she recognised he was, in fact, an Angel too. * * * Warning: this story will contain mature and explicit content.
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Using Him

"Love is a strange emotion-it strikes when you least expect it." -Moonwriting Sebastian King They call me the Lucifer of the Mafia. The God of Death. The man who bends Europe to his will with a snap of his fingers. And yet-none of that power could have prepared me for her. Erika Carter. She wasn't supposed to matter. She was just another piece in this rotten world I rule, another soul pulled into the sick "Auction" I've hated all my life. I should have walked away. But the moment I saw her defiant eyes staring back at me-unafraid, unbroken-I knew she was mine to claim. Only... not like the others. I didn't buy her to destroy her. I bought her to refine her. To protect her. To own her. To burn for her. But Erika Carter doesn't bend. She pushes back. She tests me. She looks at the devil and smiles, daring me to fall into the one trap I swore I'd never believe in- Love. And God help me... I'm already falling. Erika Carter He thinks he owns me. He thinks money, fear, and power can cage a woman like me. But Sebastian King is about to learn one brutal truth- Two can play this game. If he wants me, he can have me. But he doesn't get to write the rules. I do. Because when Death itself falls in love... even kings can bleed. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains dark themes, including violence, bloodshed, abuse, and sexual assault. Read responsibly.

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