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Kizalyn Reeves has fiercely fought to establish stability after a turbulent upbringing. While opening her tattoo parlor offered hope, an abusive relationship cast a shadow over her newfound independence.
Determined to defend herself, she turns to boxing at Knockout Arena, only to encounter an arrogant instructor. Despite his hot-tempered attitude, she finds herself drawn to his circle of friends.
However, a late-night visit uncovers the gym's sinister secrets, plunging Kizalyn into a dangerous world she didn't know existed. Her world is shattered by a single gunshot, forcing her to place trust in an unlikely ally-the very person that pulled the trigger.
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"115," he says, his breath hitting my face.
I stammer, "What?"
"That's how high your pulse is right now," he says as he presses his body further against mine, closing any gap that existed between us.
His thumb grazes over my lips, his eyes dark. His hands are off of me abruptly, and he walks away, heading for the stairs. I stare after him, unable to move from my position against the wall.
He looks back at me, a coy smirk forming on his face.
He says, "I'm dying to find out how high I can make it go."
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**WARNING
This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual content, drug addiction, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.
76 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
76 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos.
[Completed]
I do not accept translations, sorry x
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"What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off.
Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him.
I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot.
His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache.
"You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip.
I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already.
He doesn't look bothered one bit...
Neither am I
"Don't stop"