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Broken Promises

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Living was never my forte. Death has always fascinated me to the point of no return. All the bones were set on display and blood spattered all over the kitchen floor. This desire of sorts led to my line of work. Toxicology, Forensic anthropology, and psychology. The way of knowing how a killer's mind works has always caused shivers down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. It's such a rush of adrenaline, blood flowing to the cerebrum, making a crucial step deciding how to rein free. Little did I know that this obsession would stand face to face, masking in my presence. Besides, I didn't think he would crave for some broken girl. After all, no one keeps their promises.Todos los derechos reservados

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His Ruthless Temptation de Plumavenetta

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Killer of the Men de StevenStonne

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The Mafia's Mercy de Laisha_Gardner

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THE SACRIFICE (EXCERPT) (18+)

I stiffened as his hand slipped down and down further, pushing into my pants. "What are you doing?" I demanded shakily. Max just held onto me from behind, pushing it down until he reached my cliterous. He started stroking. Pleasure swam down below, filling me to my core. I moaned, arching my back. His fingers went down further, slipping inside me. I moaned again, throwing my head forward. He chuckled low, the sound worsening the heat covering me. "You're fucking wet. Look at this." He pulled out his fingers, showing me how they were covered in gloss. I warmed even more at the sight. I dropped my head back to his neck, still moaning. He just nipped my ear. "Are you letting your predator do naughty things with you. Are you a naughty girl, Eve?" I shook my head. I winced, my brows creasing as the warmth of pleasure started boiling. He could clearly tell I was about to come, and he pulled away. I whined in protest, dropping onto the ground when he stepped backward. I then gazed up at him, my breaths hot and heavy. "Eve," his smile was dark, sadistic, "if you want to come, then you have to earn it." (The Sacrifice is a standalone, but it is in the FireNight realm) #1 in "fraternity" on May 21, 2025 #1 in "serialkillerromance" on May 21, 2025