Landon Castillo is the man everyone desires but no one dares to keep. To the world, he's a rising star-a sculptor whose hands breathe life into stone. Yet those same hands are equally skilled at destruction. Known for his arrogance, his fleeting one-night affairs, and the dangerous shadows that follow him.
Aurora Knight was supposed to be a mistake-just another girl in Landon King's world of power, wealth, and sin. But the moment he touched her, she became his weakness.
Aurora Knight is no stranger to ice. Her world is cold, her heart colder-sharp-edged and merciless, cutting deeper than any blade. Her beauty is striking, her presence magnetic, but her soul is a fortress, unreachable to those who try to breach it.
Both scarred by the past, both carrying wounds that refuse to heal, Landon and Aurora live with battles no one else sees. What they don't realise is that their souls have been colliding for years-meeting in dreams, clashing in the unseen realm where vulnerability cannot be hidden. In that world, they are drawn to each other again and again. In reality, however, envy, pride, and a lifetime of walls keep them apart.
He carves masterpieces with his hands. She sharpens her heart into a weapon.
But when soul meets soul, nothing stays unbroken.
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"A girl as hot as you shouldn't be going out without panties," he whispers into my ear.
"I knew I was going to find my Joker," I winked, to which he smirked.
He slid his hand down between my folds, and I gasped, instantly closing my eyes. My warm breath was hitting his neck before my body turned to look ahead into the mirror.
"Oh my God, you're so fucking beautiful," he whispers again into my ear.
I took control of his hands and directed his fingers into me, saying, "Are you always this shy?"
"No. I just want to be delicate with something as beautiful as you."
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WARNING
This story contains sexually explicit scenes. It is part of an Erotica series.
Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it.
Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld.
Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate.
Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze.
Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.