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68 parts Ongoing Mature**๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฑ๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐ณ**
Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment.
I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?"
"P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!"
"Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury.
"L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me.
His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob.
"Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?"
Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin.
*****
People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them.
He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that.
The worst thing - he owned me.
"Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light."
I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light?
*****
This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.