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Last Updated : 2025-03-14
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It's a contract of lies. And a bloody fucking war. To stop a war, I'm being forced to marry my sworn enemy. Damien Vincenzo is everything hell is. A brutal, domineering, monster with a body built to kill. And now. I belong to him. But one thing I won't ever give him will be my heart. We were a match made in hell. And "Till death do us apart." might be the perfect word to describe this situation but it won't even be enough. It's not supposed to be real. It's not. And one thing I'm sure of is that, I'm out to destroy him just like he did to me. He stole my life, my breath, my entire existence. My name is Anastasia Zhukov and I'm a thief. One that's not after wealth, but lives. His life. _ _ _ Book 1: Anastasia & Damien. Book 2: Isabella & Claud. Book 3: Teal & Vittorio. Book 4: Alexander & Dimitra. T.W: non-con, dub-con, CNC(consensual nonconsent), BDSM, age-gap, ch*cking, forbidden love, explicit content, sadomasochism.
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GOOD SIN T W E N T Y - N I N E
~ DAMIEN ~A mistake.That's what it is.It shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have let my joy overwhelm me, forgetting Anastasia's wants in the process.When did it get to this?Fuck it. I think I'm losing myself.I stare at her retreating back in a daze. She didn't say anything to me as she steps into the car. Her bodyguard fixes his eyes on me and if looks could kill, I would have turned into ashes but two can play the game, so I shoot him one of mine.“I'm going to kill you.” He mouths before stepping into the car and driving her away.Do I follow her?I shake my head at the intrusive thought.If Anastasia wants space, she wants it. I've already locked her in. She should be a free bird tonight.With a sigh, I turn and make my way back into the house, trying to ignore my beating heart which I'd thought was dead.Anastasia is a thief.And she's not only a thief, but a worm too.She stole my heart or anything that's left of it with her snide sarcastic comments and she wormed her wa
Last Updated : 2025-03-14GOOD SIN T W E N T Y - E I G H T
~ ANASTASIA ~“What actually happened?” Claud asks as we speed off into the night.I say nothing, my gaze outside the window. “Nothing you should worry about.” I whisper.“You know you can tell me anything.” How do I tell him that I was angry because Damien didn't put my personal feelings first at first and he'd let his joy overwhelm him? How do I tell him that I'm angry that I'm angry? How do I tell him that my mood is slowly getting haywire and I'm irritated for nothing?Telling him I'm pregnant is not an option.The purpose of this arranged marriage is merging. The child that's slowly growing in me is the result of the merging. Telling them I'm pregnant will bring attention and I will feel like… an animal. An animal that was led to the slaughter that finally produced leather or an animal that was grazed that finally started producing milk.I don't want to feel like that. Ever again.“Fuck it.” Claud suddenly curses, jerking me out of my thoughts.Claud never curses unless overwhel
Last Updated : 2025-03-11GOOD SIN T W E N T Y - S E V E N
~ ANASTASIA ~“Oh darling.” She chimes before standing up and engulfing me in a warm hug - or, as warm as her lithe body could allow.She cups my face, her eyes searching mine before they dart to Damien behind me and they wrinkle in the corners as she smiles.Were they talking about me?Was she telling him about my resemblance to mother or father?My heart beats fast in my chest as I stay still, my palm feeling sweaty. She smiles at me one last time before pulling away and grabbing my hand.“We have dinner waiting, my dear. Come come, let's eat.” She says, leading me to the dining hall.I gulp, hoping she won't notice how sweaty my palm is. My other hand tightens on my bag which has my phone, my tummy tingling in paranoia.I spare Damien who was walking behind a glance and a shuddering breath slips past my throat. Nothing is wrong.It's just my anxiety and paranoia.I convince myself as we step foot into the vast dining hall.Damien's brother was there. Including Dimitra. Seems like
Last Updated : 2025-03-09GOOD SIN T W E N T Y - S I X
~ ANASTASIA ~I hold my breath, my eyes on his face, waiting for his reaction.Is he as confused as me? Did he hear his dreams and hopes shatter with the news of the pregnancy? Is his mind and heart torn between keeping the pregnancy and aborting it? Did he–He smiles. Not his regular tight-lipped one or his hearty laughters or his annoying grins and smirks. But he smiles, showing all his thirty-two white pearl-like teeth as he walks towards me and lifts me before spinning me.I stare at him in confusion, watching as his eyes crinkles at the side. Then, he drops me and kisses my forehead. Maybe I didn't know what I was thinking, but my lips stretch into a smile too and my heart blooms in happiness as I inhale his scent, his happiness rubbing off me. His puckered lips meet my forehead, pecking me before descending to my neck.I tilt my neck, giving him more accessibility.“I'm so happy right now.” He whispers against my skin, pulling me closer to him as if wanting to eliminate the li
Last Updated : 2025-03-08GOOD SIN T W E N T Y - F I V E
~ ANASTASIA ~° A week later ~ Still under ‘home arrest’.°“Take. You pee inside a bowl or potty. Then, you dip it inside it to check.” Isabella says, passing me a pregnancy test strip she'd gotten for me.With scrunched nose, I collect the strip from her. “It's just fever.” I grumble. “That's how I always feel when I have fever.”“Yes, it's just fever but still, use it. I'm leaving now. Text the results to me sissy. So, I can know if I'm going to be an aunt soon.”“Shut up bitch.” I say with a chuckle. “I use my pill after the third round and my calendar says that's not a fertile day.”“Hmmm, your pale face says something else.” She says, leaving me as she walks towards the door. She blows me a kiss before shutting the door close.My gaze lingers on the kit in annoyance, a strange feeling starting to pool in my belly. It's… dread.I don't feel good.But I can't be pregnant.I let out a sigh and stand up, taking my shorts off while I mentally praise the being above. Damien had gone t
Last Updated : 2025-03-04GOOD SIN T W E N T Y - F O U R
~ ANASTASIA ~That day was the first time we would have sex. But it wasn't the last.The other day, Damein bent me over the counter and fucked me until I cried. There was a day he fucked me with my face pressed against the wall to wall window, overlooking the city while I fear that no one would catch a sight of me getting railed from behind.So many scenarios I'd forgotten in the span of eight days.And now? I'm tired!Like, I've had enough!And yeah, I can't walk without feeling him in me.With my pussy throbbing mildly, I walk towards him. He lifts his gaze, his eyes landing on my face as I sit down on the sofa opposite me.“You good?” He asks.I shake my head. “I can't keep up anymore.”Not with the thorough fucking.“I need to go out.”He sighs and leans his back against the head rest of the sofa. “Someone is after your life, Anastasia. We have two attempts in just two weeks. If you are to go out, you must take at least six guards with you.”My brows shoot up, my mind wandering to
Last Updated : 2025-03-04GOOD SIN T W E N T Y - T H R E E
~ ANASTASIA ~I can't stop myself from falling. And no, not in love.But into a dark abyss due to exhaustion. I stay on the bed, limp, my breath coming out in short shuddering whimpers. I know my clitoris will be swollen by tomorrow.I feel someone pulling me up and some minutes later, I'm enveloped my something warm. Is this aftercare? I've never experienced it before. But I'm too tired to swat him up, to tell him that I can take care of myself. Maybe it's because I simply can't shoulder the… romance of this? Only real lovers gives aftercare.Damien and I are not one.He lathers my body with a scented shampoo and cleans my core with a wet towel. Even though I'm tired and I feel like I might die if I have another orgasm, I still moan when his fingers and the towel brushes over my core.Horny? Probably yes. Damaged? Definitely.He leaves me in the water and comes back minutes later before picking me up. As soon as my back meets the surface of the bed, darkness fully consumes me...
Last Updated : 2025-03-04GOOD SIN T W E N T Y - TWO
~ DAMIEN ~Fuck.I unbutton my shirt in a hurry, holding her gaze, watching as her chest heaves up on down with her hands pinned above her head.“Let go off me.” She pants, eyes dazed and her pouty swollen lips glistening causing my cock to throb in my pants.I didn't.I pull my shirt with force, buttons popping and flying everywhere before I lean down again and claim her lips. I suck her lips hard as I release her hands and start fiddling with her gown without breaking the kiss.Then, I draw her up a little and tug the gown off, leaving her in strapless bra and boyshorts. She's… breathtaking.“I want to kiss you everywhere.” I say, my voice coming out hoarse.“Please do.” I start by tugging her bra off. Her boyshorts follows. Then my pants, and my boxer, leaving us naked.My eyes rakes over her perky firm tits with hard pink nipples. I lean down and start with her neck. I squeeze her left breast as my mouth meets her right nipple and I bite it before sucking it.She gasps, squirmin
Last Updated : 2025-03-03GOOD SIN T W E N T Y - O N E
~ ANASTATIA ~I'm really going to die.I don't even get to talk to Isabella after ignoring her calls for days just because of being stressed.I'm going to die.I never got to apologize to Damien for what mother did nor did I get to fuck–Then, with brutal force, I feel something tugging me backwards before I meet the hard ground, eliciting a wince from me as pain shoots through my skull due to the impact. I feel someone shaking me wildly as if I weigh nothing, their body shielding my face from the rain which continues to beat down on other part of me except for my face.“Ana!”I blink in daze before his figure comes into focus.“Are you crazy?!” He screams, his eyes darting to the direction the truck had disappeared to. Maybe I am.Then, he picks me up and I can't even refuse.I almost lost my life. Again.His hand tightens around my thighs as he lifts me up, his other hand supporting my back. I can't feel my arms as I place my head against his chest, listening to his erratic heartbe
Last Updated : 2025-03-03
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~ ANASTASIA ~ The first time I saw him, I was eight years old. He was the boy who'd made my life a misery, the one who'd taken pleasure in my pain. If there's anything like hate from afar, it would be me to him. But I think I should try to say that to my under-satisfied libido and clenched thighs. I shake my head, shaking the thoughts off as I rub my thighs together one last time. I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction rig...
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