36 parts Ongoing MatureRhiannon
I like my liquor how I enjoy my women:
Straight, heady and with the promise of burning me.
The plan was simple.
Hustle, don't get caught, don't get killed, repeat.
Love was not in it.
Weaknesses were not allowed.
Until Sierra. Fucking. Sweeney.
God, I wanted to hate her.
She lured herself into my soul like a slow deadly Venom, put my Demons to sleep with a single touch, brought me to my knees with her big sad hazel eyes.
I wanted to hate her, but she was an addiction I was craving.
And like a drug,
She might just be the Death of Me.
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Sierra
To the world, she was stone cold.
Hidden behind a mask of marble.
Murderous, Threatening and Deadly.
But to me, Rhiannon Ortega was like catnip.
A beautifully flawed misunderstood abstract painting I wanted to learn each stroke of brush by heart.
And learn, I did.
Nothing could've prepared me to face the Demons hidden behind her haunted eyes.
They say, be careful what you wish for.
I say, there is no rose without thorns.
**This is a steamy f/f dark romance with many dark themes and flawed characters. Please look at the trigger warnings on page 1 before reading.**