Velvet Violence

Velvet Violence

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing5h 12m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 22, 2026
She thought monsters came wearing blood on their hands and violence in their eyes. She was wrong. He wears charm like a second skin. Polished. Patient. Beautiful in the most dangerous way. The kind of man who doesn't need to raise his voice to make the world bend around him. When he sets his sights on her, it isn't love. It's possession. What begins as fascination turns into obsession, pulling her into a world of velvet lies, cruel devotion, and a hunger that feels far too intoxicating to resist. Every warning sign is there. Every instinct tells her to run. But some cages feel too much like worship. And some hands are cruelest when they're gentle. He wants her consumed, obedient, ruined. And the worst part is, a piece of her wants to be. In a game of control, seduction, and beautifully disguised brutality, falling for him may be the most dangerous thing she's ever done. Because love was never the prize. She was.
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THIS ISNT MINE!!! All credit goes to Han_rawr on tumblr, as most of you wait for a few weeks I'm not! I have the whole thing right here and all credit goes to her NOT ME I'm responcable for moving it here OTHER THEN IT ITS HER's!!! “I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

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