What is the difference between love and want, and obsession and need?
Natasha Amery. A sheltered young girl who recently lost her mother.
Raising her younger sister, Gia, in hopes to find a better life for the two of them like she promised her mother.
She tried her best to escape her abusive father, but the second she turned 18, he sold her to Lorenzo Romano. The most deranged, ruthless man imaginable. Known as the devil on earth.
Lorenzo Romano, hands stained crimson red.
He had killed more men in his life than everyone in the famiglia combined. He didn't feel emotion. He had killed his brother with his bare hands at just 16.
But the moment he laid eyes on her, he felt. He felt emotions he believed weren't real. An overwhelming need to protect her at all costs. She was the only thing that could fix the devil.
After vowing to never touch her in order to keep her innocence, his obsession grows stronger.
But when Lorenzo's vindictive uncle buys Natasha for him, he does everything to avoid her in hopes to keep her safe and innocent.
But when he simply places a mask over his face making her fall into his arms, can he stay away knowing how she truly felt?
Their love story was one of death and despair. it was never to happen. love forged in the hands of the devil for an angel.
It was like she had broken the devil.
TW ~
Topics of: Depression, anxiety, psychosis, abuse, alcohol, drugs, SA, guns, gore, torture, kidnapping, selling, weaponry, CNC, knife play, breath play, virginity, BDSM, gun kink.
*This will not be a short or relaxing story!
Heart of Stone - Stone and Fire #1 [17+] (REWRITING)
51 parts Ongoing Mature
51 parts
Ongoing
Mature
Black eyes. Soulless. Unforgiving.
Grey. Ice-cold, but just enough that I'm able to melt it.
Both make me feel something. The matter was, which one out-weighed the other?
Rule-bound, my life feels more like a cage than it ever has. I have no opportunity to use my fire and break out- heat can only do so much.
And then like a fish out of water, I have to attach myself to this man- a man I know is dangerous.
But so am I.
The thing is, I don't know just how much. Only when he touches me, looks at me, talks to me even if his voice is laced with Russian poison.. that's when I realize just what agreement I've accorded with. It's a crippling touch of fire everytime he's near, and the most dangerous thing of all- even more than him, is the fact that I don't hate it.
Stone is what I see when I look into his eyes.
I wonder, is his heart made of it too?
Nikolas Volkov
When a bloody feud between the Russian Bratva and the Cosa Nostra ends with one outback- I'm forced to put myself in a position I have no other choice but to fulfill. With the Pakhan on my back, eyes everywhere mean complying is the only option.
Only when the moment comes, is when I realize just what I've gotten myself into.
She's.. indecipherable. I don't know what the hell this feeling is. I know it's not good.
But my body tells me it's not bad, either.
I try to stay away, but feeling her tremble and light like a switch underneath my touch when she's so used to staying upright, it awakens a dark, fulfilling part of me.
My heart's made of stone. It always has been.
So why do I feel it sway whenever she's near?
17+ Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*