𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧 |18+

"Marry me." Taimoor whispered, his breath a menacing caress that raised goosebumps on my skin. My voice trembled, but I forced firmness into it. "No."

Before I could process, the car door swing open, and I am hurled into the abyss. Asphalt rushed up to meet me, a blur of gray and black that seemed to swallow everything.

Vehicles sped by, their horns blaring in protest, the sounds echoing through my eardrums. A ear bleeding scream escaped my throat.

Oh my senstive throat!

трахни это трахать лицо!!

[Fuck this fuckface!!]

Taimoor's grip on my wrist is the only lifeline, his fingers wrapping around me like a vice. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and unyielding, burning with an intensity that made my soul shudder.

I gripped his hand with vicious intensity, my pretty nails sinking into his skin like razor blades, making sure to drew crimson from it.

But yet a pang of regret stabbed me──

My perfectly manicured nails are ruined. Yesterday pampering is tainted with this shitass blood.

"Marry me, Vasilisa." He repeated, his voice low and deadly. I felt a electric jolt bolting through my body and then it hit me I am hurled out of car with a beast's hand wrapped around mine as my lifeline thread.

My heart thundered in my ribcage, threatening to shatter. Fear clawed at my chest, but I refused to yield. I shook my head, defiance burning within, fueled by desperation.

"Then die." He hissed, his fingers releasing their grip.

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Love is a lethal game.

Ruthless billionaire. Captive bride. Toxic passion.

Survival or surrender?

Where love hurts, and freedom's a luxury.

But what if love's pain is eliciting, drawing them in oblivion?

Read to know more about Taimoor and Vasilisa.