Nikolai moved with a controlled hunger, like a predator savoring the moment before the kill. His hands traced my skin, rough fingertips trailing over every inch of me, memorizing, claiming.
I barely had time to breathe before his lips crashed against mine again-hot, demanding, devouring. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more.
He tore his shirt over his head, and my breath hitched at the sight of him. Scars painted his skin like battle marks, reminders of the violence that shaped him, but all I could think was how beautiful he looked like this-wild, untamed, and utterly mine.
His hands found the hem of my shirt, and with one swift motion, it was gone. His gaze darkened as he took me in, eyes dragging over my bare skin with something between reverence and possession.
"So fucking perfect," he murmured, voice rough.
***
Nicolai Volkov is a name whispered in fear and awe. Ruthless, calculating, and dangerously handsome, he rules the underworld with an iron grip. When Roni is handed over to him as payment, she expects a monster. Instead, she finds something far more terrifying - a man who sees through her defenses, and who might just own her in ways she never expected.
Trapped in a world of power and bloodshed, Roni must navigate the dangerous game Nicolai plays. But as lines blur between captor and protector, hate and desire, she faces an impossible choice: run from the devil who owns her... or let him consume her completely.
A dark, gripping romance filled with betrayal, passion, and the kind of love that burns like fire.
🚫WARNING🚫
18+ scenes (smut, abuse, violence etc.)
(english is not my first language so please correct me in the comments if you see any mistakes!)
"Get on your fucking knees," I whisper.
She looks into my eyes, her own gaze searching, though I'm uncertain what for. Whatever she finds makes her sink down to the floor slowly with an unexpected kind of confidence, her gaze unwavering.
"Take out my cock, Iris."
Her breathing rapidly accelerates as she undoes my suit button in the middle of our bedroom, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she frees my cock. She looks up at me for a moment, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips. Does she think this is funny?
"You warned me that you'd fuck my face if I ever smile at any other man, didn't you?" she asks, before slowly licking my cock from the tip to the base, her eyes never leaving mine. Fuck. "Is that what you want, Nikolai?"
❝𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙭 𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙧❞
She was engaged to the golden boy.
Loved by his family. Protected by her brother. Promised to a future written in gold.
But then she met him.
Nikolai Blackwood was everything she wasn't supposed to want-
her fiancé's older brother, her brother's best friend, the man with a stare sharp enough to ruin.
Cold. Possessive. Unforgivable.
He was the secret no one spoke about.
The warning her fiancé whispered.
And the moment he saw her, she became his obsession.
Even if it meant betraying blood.
Even if it meant burning everything.
Because some men don't fall in love.
They fall into possession.