For The Love Of Dark Romance╰(^3^)╯ᕙ( • ‿ • )ᕗ♪~(´ε` )OPHELIA LAURENT'S POV“I hate you and that's final.“ I began stepping backwards. I wanted nothing more than to get away from this beautiful monster, but things never works my way.I stumbled back into a tray of hot coffee which sat carelessly on his desk, and before the cup of coffee could leave a burn on my skin the monster had caught me by my wrist changing our position and letting the hot liquid fall on his legs instead.My eyes widened as he hovered over me pinning me to the wall, his gaze on me cold and angry but I still tried to play unconcerned and savage “Getting splashed by the coffee would have been better than standing close to yo….“ His hand gripped my throat tightly, and I gasped swallowing the rest of my words.“Let's see if you'd be able to talk with that mouth of yours when I go balls deep in you throat.“5 YEARS AGO.Tonight, I wouldn't hold back. I have been studying him for days since
OPHELIA LAURENT'S POVFive Years Later“Hey, you know you are not meant to be here right?“ I asked my soon to be husband Klaus, a beautiful smile on my lips as he walks into my smll house at the sea shore.“I've missed you a lot Ophelia.“ He caressed my cheek softly, just tomorrow he would be my husband. He would be the man I would learn to love, but my heart starts to hammer with that thought and my thoughts drifted back to him, that night I illegally divorced him.Those memories rushed back to my mind like it was just yesterday. He slept in a balaclava, his upper chest bare and I almost forgot my mission seeing how hot he looks. What was more shocking to me was that he had my face tattooed all over his body, the tattoo of a woman boobs on his Torso and I felt and assumed it was mine, it nipples had my piercing too.'How did he know about the piercing on my nipples?' that thought had pierced my damn soul and now I could feel my nipples harden through my clothes. The fucker had been w
OPHELIA'S POVLying in the box was a severed tongue and chunks of bloody meat, a paper slept on the cause of my stomach tightening.I couldn't help it; I threw up right on the vanity table, not even waiting to check what was written on the paper “Ophelia.“ I should have let the person at the doorstep who had called my name see what I saw, I should have reported it, but the silly me chose to cover it up, covering the box with my back.It was my step-sister Elise Laurent who had walked in, and I could see the look of shock on her face after she noticed the mess I had made on the table “Are you…” she trailed off and if I hadn't been in the situation I would have begun pondering on why she cared, she never loves me anyways, knowing she was about to ask if I was pregnant.I was scared, my hands trembling, and the care to be a bride was gone after what I had seen. 'Wait, should I still be standing here? shouldn't I check if everyone is all right?' “Is everyone alright?“ I asked Elise, waiti
CALLUM'S POVOnly if I change my fucked up mind would I not make her mine today. I had stalked her from the beginning of the night she left. Even when I had gone to Italy to stay with my father, I watched her through the screens. I know what she does daily, I know the fucking ingredients in the foods she eats, I know the color of her panties and the materials she had preferred, lacy pants that gripped her ass tightly.I am obsessed with Ophelia, and my obsession has started for a very long time. I had married her five years ago just to keep her so her father wouldn't sell her to port-bellied sugar daddies that would pay daily with every cum they dropped in his daughter's ass, just like he was doing to her sister Elise.I don't want mine to be touched by others, and I don't want to kill her father on the spot when he sells my girl to his clients. I was a psychopath as Ophelia had called me, I was battling with serious ASPD trying to curb my violent act that's why I had locked her in my
OPHELIA'S POV My world shattered as the priest pronounced us as one, and from that moment, even though I knew every problem comes with a solution, I felt like I would never get out of this. Cheers from his men and the female ring bearer filled the air as he slammed his lips savagely against mine. His tongue tried prying my mouth open, but I didn’t let him, I wasn’t going to give in; I would make him regret this day, the day he married me. His hand cupped one of my mounds, catching me off guard as he squeezed me through my dress, and I gasped into his mouth. He slid his tongue into my mouth, tasting every corner, until I was drooling, until I felt I was dying with the breaths he was taking from me. When my body almost gave out and was on the verge of melting away like chocolates left in the sun, he finally pulled away, kissing the drool off my lips. “How I wish to take you now on this fucking altar.” He whispered against my swollen lips, sucking on my bottom lips, and pulled awa
Shame ate me up and I intended to kneel him in the groin, but he was swift, catching me by the knees, bending his broad back which had the shape of the viper head on his neck and he left soft kisses on my kneecaps “If you want to hit me next time, tell me so I would let you, I am used to quick defense.”“I would love to slap you in the face for touching me.” He raised his head, his piercing gaze slashing through my soul, and I assumed I was becoming insane with the way those luscious eyes made me feel my core tingle.He took my wrist, and I struggled to fight his touch. “Slap me here instead, when it is bare to you only.” He made me slap his bulge, and I froze like a mannequin, to have touched something solid, yet I could feel its softness against his pants. “You feel that, baby? I want to get clenched, sucked, slapped, and make you watch it as it spring to life, baby.” His eyes bored into mine burning with a great ferocity of desires.I pushed myself away from his lap, moving back to
My heart stopped beating, and I wished I had done something crazy earlier, so I would have been pushed out of this family I had gotten myself into. This is a bloody crime family, and I am in the home of one of the most dangerous mafia families and in the arms of the blood of them who had just raised a gun at his father.“Get the hell away from me, please.” I don't know if that was a plea because I said that in tears, hoping he would stop tormenting me.“You look pretty like this, and I want to take all you can give from this angle.” He said softly, and the ripping of my gown from the waist part was what I heard. “I would have loved it if our daughter had used this, but it is stained with your sweetheart's blood already.” “I want you to see you bare, swollen and needy.” His voice was husky, and the urge to clench my thighs together was overwhelming. I don't know what difference this makes me from a whore who openly admits to being one. He was still a stranger! I knew nothing about hi
CALLUM'S POV I walked to the bar in the living space and poured myself a glass of scotch “You look like shit already.” I turned to find Zaleo sprawled on one of the couches, giving me a smug smile as his gaze moved to my bloody hand, which was clenched tightly on the glass. “I wonder how you'd look after months.” “I'd be better than you,” I replied to him with a smirk. “You won't; I can sense the weakness already; a woman like Helena would have been better….” As soon as he completes his words I flung the bloody knife, Ophelia had used to him and he was swift catching it close to his eyes “Helena would have been better, you just wanted her pussy, but I feel you want more with Ophelia which is really bad.” He repeated. “Father sent you to convince me to divorce Lia Huhn?” I looked away from him, downing the glass in one go. “How would I convince someone who broke out of a mental asylum?” Zaleo teased, “If it had been another woman who had done this, you would have snapped her n
Ophelia's POV “Doesn’t this look too….” I bit my lips, staring at myself in the mirror, standing in one of Rina's dresses that stopped on my thighs—fancy thin straps and a V-neck that made me see how full my chest was for the first time. I mean, I had big boobs. If I had seen me on other women... fancy what you have. I loved them, and it felt even better when Cal had his han… I gasped out, trying to know where the remaining sentences flew out from. That wasn’t me, I could swear, but I could also feel my pants getting moist.“It’s perfect. This is not revealing. Got some beautiful stuff. Your Killer boy would go blind when you wear it and would be giving you his life when you ask for a plate of cookies.” We both chuckled and made our way out of the house, feeling glad that grandmother wasn't around to see her beans sprouting the wrong way. Rina looking like a hooker and I… I don't know. Grandmother would have a word for it.“Where are you heading to, Mrs. Ophelia?” My heart made a tum
Ophelia's POV“Why did you lie to her?" Callum's brows were furrowed, caging me into a close corner of grandmother's room.“She must not know that I got married without telling her. It would break her. She had been wanting the type of guy grandfather was for me…” I trailed off. If grandmother had known about Klaus earlier, she would have been rooting for both of us to be in a relationship, but Klaus was just a serpent. “Let me go. It won't be fun when she catches us here.”"If she gets the wrong idea that you are not married and behaves like those pesty grandmothers, the man she would introduce to you would regret is being on earth.” I don't understand why he got angry with such little things. He left a peck on my forehead. “You should stay here for a while. Gale would come get you. Do not try what's in your mind… one good reminder: we are in San Francisco.” He said, and I rolled my eyes, not knowing why he was going between being sweet and suddenly stupid all of a sudden.“Fuck off…”
Ophelia's POVThat was enough shit for the week. Today, I would behave like nothing had happened yesterday—like I hadn’t just learned that Klaus was a dickhead and Father was the biggest asshole in the universe, and Callum had been the high school friend I had once cherished but now close to what could be the start of a nightmare. Oh, the fact that Callum's father was a bigger asshole than my father wanting a rough life for his son. "Get those shit off your mind if you want to have a peaceful day, Ophelia." After I soaked in the bathtub, feeling a lot better, I moved to grab my towel. Through the glass walls, I saw Callum staring at me from where he sat on the bed, giving me a playful, smug smile. I rolled my eyes at him, pulling my towel tightly around my body.“I know you’ve seen me bare before, but I still hate it when you stare without my permission," I said as I walked out of the bathroom.“You’ve never permitted me before. Days ago, I had you on our bed in Sicily without permis
Ophelia's Pov “Fuck me for not killing you that day.” My eyes began blurring slowly, the feeling of nausea hitting me greatly. Father deserved more, but I just couldn't stand the sight, and I blacked out.---I yawned lazily, my eyes fluttering open to find myself in a dimly lit room, and I happened to realize where I was immediately after studying the room. Even in my dreams, I had known this place as the room I had stayed in five years ago. The room had been no different from the time I left—the walls were still creamy white with frames of feminine art designing one part of the walls.My body swayed lightly as I tried balancing myself on the floor, which was made of polished dark wood reflecting the light from the chandelier above.“Hey," Gale's voice greeted my ear as he came to assist me immediately. “Are you feeling all right now?" he asked, and I nodded slightly, even when I was barely close to ‘feeling alright.’“I just need a shower."“Uhh, there are no helps around, and Cal
Ophelia's POV Maybe the anger in me had burned away my nervousness. “Stay here, I will go in alone,” I said to Callum, who paused walking, leaned against the door, and dipped his hand into his pocket. His eyes were locked on me as I watched him light his cigar, giving me a nod before I left. I walked into the place I had known as home, which just wasn’t—if what Esther had said was the truth. If that was the truth, Father was nothing but a beast, and I grew scared of what he could do to Max. “You want to pull out? He told me what you did last night. If you try that shit again, Elise, I won’t hold back. I would strangle you to death.” Just as I walked into the living room, a scene greeted me. Elise was on the floor, bruises donning her face and lips, her dress in tatters, barely covering her body, as Father stood beside her with his fists clenched tight. “Father,” I said, looking away from Elise, who had turned to me with trembling lips and tears in her eyes. Her state made my hea
Ophelia's POVGale and Callum's brother had gone with the other car, and we were now in a Bugatti sports car with Callum driving at a maddening speed, not caring if he got stopped by a road policeman. An earpod was in his ear as he chanted something in Italian I couldn't understand. From the start of the drive, his brow had been furrowed, not speaking to me and not even telling me where we were going. Maybe a hotel to lodge at, or his home—where he had kept me locked in five years ago. Or probably, he was trying to give me the reasons he had killed my fiancé, and his father, mother, and brother.Finally, the car screeched to a halt after entering into a large estate. Callum came down after he had said a couple more Italian words, pulling the earpods off immediately.“Come with me.”I took his hand after he had helped me out of the car, and he guided me down into the extravagant manor which stood before us.Women in maid attire gave short bows as we walked into the living room.“H-Hey,
Ophelia's POVI woke up groaning softly, feeling something cold pressed against my cheek. My eyes fluttered open to find a man dressed in black sitting on the bed close to me."Your cheek looks swollen. I loved everything we had last night, but I never expected you to go this crazy," Callum said, tipping my chin up slightly."Sit up."My throat felt like it had swollen from the inside, and I couldn’t understand why I had gone to such painful lengths last night just to prove a pointless point.Callum helped me sit up, bringing a cup close to my mouth while my eyes darted back and forth between him and the cup."It's a soothing tea, Lia…" His tone was cold, lacking any emotion, and you might mistake it for anger.I tried to take the cup from him, but his hand grew hard on my already aching cheek, forcing my mouth open as he made me drink the tea. I struggled to speak, the liquid staining my lips."You are crazy…" I spat."We'll be going to San Francisco today."I held back the curse wor
Callum's PovIf she wouldn’t do it, would I make her?“I think it’s time you give hubby a treat too. I can’t have you starving. Come feast on me, baby.” I freed her wrist, pulling her up by her neck so we were at eye level. Our noses touched, breath fanning hotly against each other. I wanted her to make a move herself, or else I was scared I might force her to eat. I needed to treat Ophelia differently from other girls I’ve fucked or wanted to fuck. I loved my sheets a little red and sticky with white fluid when I was fucking—not at all; they weren’t virgins.“You said I should feast on you too?" she asked her voice like butter to the ear. She took the bar of chocolate into her mouth, and the way she did it dragged a low groan from my throat.“Yes, you said you were hungry.” My hand left her neck, going into her hair and holding it up in a ponytail.Her fingers began tracing lines from my chest, pausing when they reached my torso. My stomach muscles tensed slightly at her feathery tou
Ophelia's Pov“Should I let it slide? Or do you want the best spanking of your life?”“No.”“Then I’ll just have dinner, then.” He left me sitting on the island, going to the freezer to get ice, a pouch of liquid milk, and a bar of chocolate. In the next minute, I was scooped into his arms, and I was surprisingly leaning into his warmth, my hand wrapping around his neck for support. A part of me ached and pulsed lightly, and I admitted it—I am crazy, I am a dumbass. I can't resist any intimate advances from him. Maybe after tonight, I would learn abstinence.He placed me on the bed after we got into the room, trapping my hands above my head, fastening his belt tightly around them. He placed the things he had taken from the kitchen on the nightstand. “The deal is to feast on each other. Ready or not, I am fucking going to eat you the way you deserve." I clamped my thighs together tightly at his words as I watched him begin unbuttoning his shirt. “I am hungry, and you are.”“I said I wa