Anya
I was naked, at least, it felt like I was. The outfit they handed me couldnโt possibly be called clothing. It was an arrangement of black leather straps, crisscrossing my body in precise, humiliating patterns, designed to highlight everything that should have remained hidden.ย
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๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, obedient, quiet, shy girl. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ? ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ท๐ฐ๐บ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ณ, ๐ข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง, ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ. Viraj was the broken boy my father brought home. Traumatized. Dangerous. Untouchable. He was the kind of man women fall to their knees for. And held the power to ruin them forever. I shouldโve run. Instead, I watched. I listened. I learned himโฆhis scent, his darkness, his rage. I stole pieces of him like forbidden trophies, and I pleasured myself to the thought of his handsโฆ tightening around my throat. Now Iโm twenty-five. And heโs back. Older. Colder. No longer the quiet boy hidden under our stairsโฆbut the man who holds secrets darker than mine. And I still want him. Even if it means surrendering my innocence for his cruelty. Even if he punishes me for every filthy thought Iโve ever had. Because some desires are twisted. And some love stories are born from obsession, sin, and the darkest corners of the heart. ๐ซThis book is meant for 18+ readers๐ซ
I thought he was the first man to ever see me. To really see me. Not just the weight I carried or the insecurities I buried beneath my clothes- But me. So I followed him. Trusted him. Loved him. Now I wake up in a room I can't leave. A captive. To an uncertain future. He has something sinister planned for me. And the only way out... might be to make the devil fall in love. ๐ซ๐ซ๐ซ This isn't a love story. Not the sweet kind. It's dark. Twisted. Addictive. The kind where the hero does unforgivable things- and you'll still find yourself wanting him. He's not safe. And neither is what you'll feel. !!!Only Intended For Adults Over 18!!!
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