Hate & Heaven | 18+

Warning:-

Highly Mature content Ahead.

Okay, don't jump into a conclusion, things happening in this prologue is neither CNC nor NC, the events lead to this will be revealed in future chapters.

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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥,
𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬.
𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐥,
𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

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"I hate you Devil," Nakshtra moaned, her eyes screwed shut as Dimitrio's body claimed hers in the most primal dance of dominance and submission. His calloused hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements with a firmness that left no room for protest. He smirked, his teeth grazing her ear, "I'm impressed Haeven"he whispered, "You've got fire in you after all."

The room was filled with the scent of jasmine and fear, the soft candle light flickering across their naked bodies. She was the most exquisite thing he had ever laid eyes on, her skin a canvas of gold and moonlight, her eyes pools of unshed tears. He had never felt a rush like this, a high that seemed to come from the very essence of her being.

"But you love what I do to you, don't you, my sweet?" Dimitrio's voice was a low, seductive purr, his breath hot against her neck as he thrust deeper, watching the play of emotions across her face. Her eyes, so fiery and defiant just moments ago, were now glazed over with a mix of anger and desire.

Nakshatra's body was trembling, not just from the relentless force of his possession but from the tumultuous storm raging inside her. Her nails dug into the bedsheets, clenching and releasing as she bit down on her bottom lip to stifle the cries of pleasure that threatened to betray her. She hated that she was responding to him like this, hated the way her body seemed to melt for him even as her mind screamed for vengeance.

With a swift motion, Dimitrio's hand shot out, wrapping around her delicate wrist, and pulled it to his chest. He placed her palm over the rapid beat of his heart, the warmth of his skin searing against hers. "Hands on me," he whispered, his voice a command that resonated through every inch of her being. "Look at me when I ravish you."

Her eyes flew open, the fire within them now a conflagration that seemed to consume the very air around them. His gaze held hers captive, and she found it impossible to look away. He watched her, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth as her hand tentatively explored the taut muscles of his torso, the slickness of sweat making his skin slide beneath her trembling touch.

"That's like my queen," he murmured, his voice a dark symphony of satisfaction that sent shivers down her spine. His grip on her wrist tightened, his thumb tracing circles on the sensitive skin there, guiding her hand to his face. She felt the rough stubble against her palm, the heat of his breath, and the unmistakable power in his stare.

Her eyes locked onto his, and she found herself lost in the swirling maelstrom of emotions that danced in the depths of his gaze. The way his pupils dilated, the intensity of his focus on her, it was as if he was trying to peer into her very soul. And for a moment, she allowed it, her hand trembling as it explored the sharp planes of his cheekbones, the firmness of his jaw.