Soft as Sin: A Dark Obsession ~ 18+
- LECTURES 166
- Votes 26
- Chapitres 9
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture36m
Dernière publication lun., août 18, 2025
He ruined her once. Now she's coming back-with a darker name and a deadlier heart.
-----
She wasn't made of love.
She was stitched together with secrets, soaked in sin,
and wired to self-destruct.
Especially when he touched her.
-----
"You're still mine," she said, breathless, her nails digging into his throat.
He didn't flinch. He smiled.
"No, Rose," he growled, dragging her hips down on him, "I'm your punishment."
---
Vritika Sharma.
Sweet voice. Pretty lies.
Too submissive to be dangerous.
Too polite to stab you in the chest.
Until you blink-
And your world bleeds.
She's a criminal psychologist hunting a killer who leaves bodies like confessions,
poses them like love letters,
and sends roses to a man she should've forgotten long ago.
Ekansh Singh Rana.
Billionaire. Underworld beast.
Cold eyes. Sinful mouth.
And a hunger for the girl he once broke-
but never stopped wanting.
---
Now she's chasing corpses.
He's chasing ghosts.
And someone is playing god between them-
twisting reality, rewriting the past,
and dragging them both back to a love that never healed... just festered.
---
"You'll destroy me," she whispered, lip trembling.
He licked the blood off her jaw.
"No, baby... You'll beg for it."
---
This isn't love.
This is addiction with teeth.
And the line between victim and villain?
It was never real to begin with.
---
Some love stories end in rings.
Theirs ends in graves.
And orgasms.
Sometimes both.
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