饾悆饾悮饾惈饾悿饾惂饾悶饾惉饾惉 饾悽饾惉 饾惌饾悺饾悶 饾惃饾惂饾惀饾惒 饾惀饾悽饾悹饾悺饾惌| 饾悆饾悮饾惈饾悿 饾惈饾惃饾惁饾悮饾惂饾悳饾悶 |饾煆饾煐+
68 parts Ongoing Mature**饾悽饾惂 饾惏饾悺饾悽饾悳饾悺 饾悮 饾悳饾惈饾悽饾惁饾悽饾惂饾悮饾惀 饾悷饾悽饾惂饾悵饾惉 饾悺饾悽饾惉 饾悽饾惂饾惌饾悶饾惈饾悶饾惉饾惌 饾悽饾惂 饾悮 饾惒饾惃饾惍饾惂饾悹 饾惃饾惈饾惄饾悺饾悮饾惂 饾悮饾惂饾悵 饾惌饾惃饾惐饾悽饾悳饾悽饾惌饾惒 饾悵饾悮饾惂饾悳饾悶饾惉 饾惏饾悽饾惌饾悺 饾惄饾惃饾惉饾惉饾悶饾惉饾惉饾悽饾惎饾悶饾惂饾悶饾惉饾惉 饾惀饾悽饾悿饾悶 饾惏饾悮饾惀饾惌饾惓**
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.