Fallen Innocence
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She's his brother's little sister... and off-limits. But when danger comes for Elena Morales, Dante Ricci-her brother's childhood friend and a deadly mafia leader-comes to protect her. What was meant to be safety quickly turns into temptation, and in a world of power, violence, and obsession, desire can be the deadliest threat of all.ֶָ֢ ೀ
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"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives. ---
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"You don't speak." I state. He looks at me and he nods. He slowly raises his hand before he wipes the tears streaming down my face. His touch heats my skin, making me suck in a breath. "You aren't going to hurt me?" He furrows his brows before he shakes his head once. A small weight lifts, easing some of the anxiety I feel. "But you kill people."
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Heated
𝐴 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬 ~ ~ ~ Nerida Spade lived a blissfully naive life. Locked in a tiny NY apartment for her entire life, all she knew about the outside world came from television. Nothing could've prepared her for the fire that ruined everything she'd ever come to know. Her redemption comes in the form of the firefighter who saved her life. Jackson Colt didn't care about anything on this abominable planet. He had no friends, no wife, no kids and not a damn to give. His daily routine included sleep, go down to the station, save a life and back to square one the next day. He was perfectly content with his mundane lifestyle until the day he rescued a wide-eyed angel. Nothing else would ever be the same. ~ ~ ~ 『 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 | 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝟒 』Complete
"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives. ---
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