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.
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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!)
She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control.
Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game.
As enemies close in, desire turns dead.
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His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier."
"Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now.
Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly.
"Good girl."
Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me.
"Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Then his mouth is on me.
I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle.
"Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively.
His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin.
"Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good."
My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard.
"Dante, I'm gonna-"
"Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed."
"Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling.
"You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.