Nicklaus is an unscrupulous man born within the mafia and created to be the worst nightmare of his enemies, nothing is able to stop the hatred that corrupts or softens his decisions. So when the young Carolina appears in your life as a good girl nothing more fair than to break your soul and corrupt her in every way. What neither of them expected was to discover how much hell is pleasurable to those who enjoy their sins and to Caroline their greatest sin is to desire the man who threw it off the precipice.
Caroline
The latent rage burning any remnant of my conscience commanding all my steps towards the obscure foolishness in mistreating his flesh, I need to see with my own eyes his immorality becoming a guilt although I doubt that the devil can feel anything in front of his own sin. I prayed, to all the gods, begged each of the bible's so-called divine archangels that these feelings be purged from my soul, excommunicated from my heart and repudiated by my morals.
I discovered belatedly that I am a prisoner of my sins, each step in this dark corridor is like a step on the way to the light, even though I am going towards hell in search of the generator of my torments. The wood that coats the heavy blade of the chef's knife transforms the girl into a vengeful, spiteful, jealous woman.
I watch the unaccustomed light escaping through the space of the open door, drawing me into the home of the beast, the silence of the mansion in nothing compares to the crazed voices of my mind screaming, fighting, vying for a place without knowing how to speak or how to act, letting only the immoral take over and guide my steps. My bare feet touch the carpet, I cross the eaves of the door without breaking the silence, the little light that illuminates comes from the closet and the moon that invades the open balcony, the heavy curtains do not even move with the cold wind.
The target of my restlessness breathes deeply lying in the middle of the bed between the ivory silk sheets, the paneling combining with the rustic wooden bed frame forming waves that lead to the coat of arms carved on the panel just above his head. His divine body naked, exposed, covered only by his sweatpants, leaving the tattoos traced in each of the curves of his chest, the piercings on his nipples shining and his flat belly, the dark hair below the navel leading to the waistband. The hands adorned by silver rings the marked jaw and the diamond earring in the right ear.
Yes, the epitome of my weakness, the destroyer of every one of my princess dreams, the one who brought down the castle of what I imagined to be the world or the hope for better days. Next to him, I am just another, just a stray mortal from the herd corrupted by the illusory beauty that coats the raw evil of this man.
Another wave of wind fills the room, waking me from my laments, bringing back the rage, the hatred, the insanity, in quick steps I cut the distance and I'm on his hip on the bed immobilizing part of his body with the tip of the knife against the right side of his chest, for even in this the devil was cursed being born with the heart on the opposite side. The green orbs analyze my face, maybe the surprise but no, nothing is able to surprise him.
- Do what you came to do Carolina. - It is not a request but an order and this revolts me in an uncontrollable way.
With the tip of the knife I dig deep into his chest, tearing the flesh in a sloppy way, making the shape I want, his grunts contained between his teeth do not go unnoticed by the maniac who wants to see his agony. I feel the beats against my ears completely lost to the blood pouring from the tattooed skin, leaving a mark of me in the only way he can remember me, in a scar filled with hatred and jealousy. The letter of my name under his damn stone heart, when I finally finish carving I raise my gaze to his orbs, the gaze of a demon his huge hand covers my wrist squeezing hard making the knife fall on the sheets.
- Don't you want to kill me Carol? - Your question is a test of my sanity, but above all a question about how lost I am.
- No.
-So you came here to make a C on my chest. - I thought you'd be more creative amore mio.
- I was... - I open a smile that will probably cause my death. - While you were talking to your brother.
At the same instant his countenance transforms from a beautiful questioning angel to the true demon that consumes each one of my energies, the one who broke my innocence. In one swift movement the strands of my hair are wrapped in his fingers, leaving my neck exposed to his treacherous tongue that runs masterfully through the artery, stirring up debauchery to play.
Surrounded by hot and fiery lips taking everything from my mouth setting my body on fire with pleasure, the blood becoming dry between us making it seem as if nothing so serious had happened, a lapse in my thinking this, for the metallic click was loud enough to cut the wave of lust.
We breathlessly parted our mouths as I tried to pull him back was caught, noticing the metal around my neck. Disbelieving I tried again, his gaze at no time shifted from mine, cold, hot, punishing, angry. I was so busy feeling him wrapped in his cloak of sin that I didn't notice his movements.
-I warned you not to talk to any man, this is your punishment. - The statement in the firm, cold voice.
The place isn't even unknown anymore after the many times I've ended up here in the last few months, but it's not enough to appease the rage.
-I am your fucking wife, not a dog! -I shout, completely irritated that we are continuing in this vicious cycle.
The man moves like an animal about to attack his prey and in this case, I am the fucking prey that feels sick with desire for him. Needing his touches again, wanting to continue where we left off, but too hurt to show any regret against his orders.
-You are mine, your voice has to sound for my ears and not for any shit.
-Nicklaus... -I sighed- Don't leave me stuck here.
I felt the tears forming to beg them I swallowed them aware that everything between us will always be between unhappy payoffs of equal proportions, our love is unhealthy, our hate is vicious. So I let him go by walking down the stairs probably seeking to take out his fury on an innocent who had paid for my sins, so I accepted his punishment without reluctance. The dried blood on my hands staining my skin is not only his, since I realized how much I was trapped under this darkness I started to share the blood shed by the hands of that devil. Unfortunate are those who cross his path, for they did not come out alive or intact, I am living proof of damnation.
I grit my teeth because the reality is that the huge letter traced on his once pristine and now bloodstained chest with a distorted shape is the clearest evidence that yes... I am as sick as he is. And the worst of it all is that within this hell I live I am completely in love with his owner.
After spending so much time living in misery and looking for revenge that could cost her life, the protagonist who forged her own death meets the ex-military motorcycle club president, making the man realize that nothing is more worthwhile than keeping Diana for if it costs your sanity or death.In addition to bringing the narrative of her husband's murder in a cruel way, Beatrice convinces her brothers to participate in her revenge by orchestrating a plan to be carried out, to cover up the real murderer of Stefano Sartori, the son of the Mafia Don. Causing a war inside New York In the search for the responsible, as she fakes her own death and starts to command the brothers in a silent way becoming the perverse mind that commands the Costellos. She uses the Blood Angels club without caring about the consequences it will cause for Dragon. A woman with a goal, to get revenge even if it costs her life or has to give up a love, she doesn't want to heal any of her scars and even less get involved with someone.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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