31 parts Ongoing Mature𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 with emotional touch...
❝You are only mine to ruin and mine to fuck Doll.❞
Since childhood, her heart bloomed untouched-too pure to sense the poison in his veins. She was a fragile light; he, a sinner in shadows. With every cruel glance and twisted word, he drew her into his flames, aiming to ruin not just her body, but the soul he had already claimed.
"D-Don't touch me..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
Her warm brown eyes shimmered with dread, confusion, and grief as she pressed against the cold wall, nowhere left to run.
He stepped closer, like a predator, his eyes gleaming darkness.
"Don't?" he echoed with a cruel smile, brushing a finger across her cheek-soft, delicate...terrifying. "But you called me in your sleep, little doll. Whispered my name like a prayer. You belong to me more than your own name does."
His fingers tangled in her hair, exposing her throat. Leaned in, his breath ghosted her ear as his next words tore into her soul.
"You were made to be mine. My pain, my pleasure, my toy to ruin."
"No-" she gasped, but he silenced her with a dark chuckle.
"Shh. Don't speak unless I make you beg."
Her knees buckled, but he caught her, his grip rough yet controlling.
"Think I'm a monster?" he asked, his voice velvety and menacing.
She nodded faintly, tears spilling, lips trembling. He smirked darkly, leaning in close enough for her to taste his madness.
"Let me show you how monstrous I can be."
His hand slid down her body, claiming her cruelly. Every touch burned like a brand, her tear-streaked face twisted in horror and surrender.
"Tonight, little doll...you'll beg. You'll forget what freedom feels like."
Just before her resistance shattered, he whispered against her lips:
"You are not mine because I love you. You're mine because no one else is allowed to even dream of you."
She was his Sin, He was her Sinner.
And Sin had never tasted so bitterly beautiful.
