HIS DARK VOWS | 18+

𝑨 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

She thinks her prayers will save her from me. She's so fucking wrong.

Some debts demand blood. Others, a bride.

Asher Volkov doesn't believe in love-only in possession. For years, he has plotted revenge against Giovanni Falcone, the man who betrayed him. The plan was simple: destroy Falcone and claim what he cherishes most.

His daughter.

Roséane Falcone was meant to be collateral. A pawn in his ruthless vendetta. But her innocence rattles his control, and her defiance feeds his obsession.

Revenge is no longer the endgame.

Now, all he craves is to ruin her.

Corrupt her.

Own her.

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"Take the vows," he growls, pressing her against the chapel's cold stone. His hand traces the delicate curve beneath her breast, fingers splayed over her racing heart. The thin fabric offers no defense against his touch.

"I'd rather die," she spits, shoving against him with trembling hands.

His lips curl into a dark, predatory smile. With a swift tug, he strips the silk scarf from her hair-the same silk he once imagined tying her with in ways too sinful to voice. One pull, and she is pinned, body arched into his. Her own scarf binding her to his will.

"Either you take the vows," he rasps, thumb pressing into her frantic pulse, "or I'll claim you without them."

She was raised to serve God.

He will make her serve him instead.