Trigger warning: Matured content. Dark romance! ***** ~Jasper Morgan~ I hate him because he hates me. He's my first love, my bully. Yet, when his hatred turns into a burning obsession, I crave it, unable to live without it. Rhys' loathing has become my addiction, driving me to corrupt him, to claim him as my own. But what if he's just a beautiful nightmare? I can't let him go. ~Rhys Volkov~ I've never been drawn to men, never entertained the thought. Jasper Morgan was just a pawn in my vendetta against his father, who destroyed my life. I wanted to break him, shatter his perfection. But Jasper's twisted hate awakened something within me. I craved his scorn, his resentment. I wanted more than just revenge; I wanted him. His body, mind, and soul. He crossed the line. Now, nothing will stop me from possessing him. ******
View MoreJasper is smiling and laughing as he gets off his bike and removes his helmet. He's accompanied by two girls on their own bikes, and it's clear that those two girls are together.They keep holding each other, and the tall one seems madly possessive. She bears a resemblance to Jasper, but with a more rugged edge.It's been five days since Jasper left the mansion, and I've been watching him like a hawk. Or rather, like a stalker.I've been messing up our relationship, and it's clear that he's moved on. He attends classes regularly, living his life without me, and he looks genuinely happy.Well.. Asael and Ethan told me that Jasper saw me kissing Patricia, and that he cried.I hurt him, and it's not sitting well with me.Am I an asshole? Yeah, I guess I am.Should I apologize? Probably.But I'm frozen, unable to take that step. Why? Because he looks so happy, so carefree without me around.He heads into the auditorium to his violin practice with the girls, and I find myself scrolling thr
Ethan turns to Asael, concern etched on his face. "What's going on? Why's he crying?" "I don't... Know." Asael's expression mirrors Ethan's worry as they both look at me.I'm still trembling, struggling to find the words to explain the anguish that's suffocating me. But I'm at a loss. I don't know how to process this level of hurt.Asael's frown deepens, his eyes narrowing as he glares at the kitchen door. "Is it Rhys?" he growls. "Fuck!" Ethan looks like he's been caught red-handed, his guilt written all over his face."I saw Patricia going there earlier... I didn't think..." He trails off, but I'm already gone.I tear myself away from Asael, wiping my face with my hands and sniffing violently. I storm out of the house, hopping on my bike and speeding out of the compound without a word.I'm done with all this bullshit.~After practice, I linger in the instruments room, meticulously cleaning my violin. It's a ritual I cherish, a calming routine that helps me unwind before storing
Going after straight guys has never been my thing. I mean, I admire them, but it's always just admiration. That is, until Rhys Volkov came along. The asshole's got a talent for making me weak in the knees with those sweet, cum-worthy sounds, his skillful denial, and those magical hands... Fuck, just thinking about him is making me drool.I'm lying on the table, my faint scars a reminder of the injuries I sustained two weeks ago. The bandages are long gone, and I'm feeling a little more like myself. Rhys is cooking up breakfast, his movements smooth as he flips the beacon and removes the muffins from the oven."You're going to fall off, Jasper," he murmurs, his eyes flicking towards me.I grin, feeling a rush of pride. "I won't. And even if I do, you'll catch me."Rhys' lips twitch. "Maybe, I will.""Tsk!" I roll my eyes at him.For the past two weeks, Rhys and I have been inseparable. He's been my caretaker, nurse, and personal chef. I mean, I've grown so used to his help that I f
Should I tell him?No..."Jas..." My lips curve upward, and I feel a warmth spread through my face. I place my hand on his head, ruffling his hair, and his frown vanishes, replaced by a dazed and flushed expression."You don't have to worry about anything," I say, trying to reassure him. "All you have to focus on is recovering.""I am going to recover," Jasper's eyes narrow, and he cocks his head to the side. "But you..." He takes a deep breath, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "What if you're in grave danger?"My lips press into a thin line. "Shush, winner,"He frowns. "Seriously? You want me to ignore this?"Now I'm feeling irritated. But before I can even control my thoughts, I'm crashing my lips against his, the frustration melting away into want."Oh.." He wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me closer, parting his lips to allow my tongue to slip into his mouth. The taste is intoxicating, like a rich, velvety wine that leaves me breathless. I deepen the kiss, feeling his
Staring at Jasper's unconscious form lying on my bed, my heart sinks. His sharp jawline, bruised but still breathtaking, and his full lips, cracked and dry, unsettles me to my core. The crisscrossing strips of gauze and jagged edges of surgical tape only add to the gravity of his condition.A wave of guilt washes over me, its familiar gnawing sensation eating away at my existence. Fear claws at my mind, making my blood rush into my ears.Goddammit!I'm trapped in this nightmare, and I'm the one who created it!I chased him away, and now he's lying broken and battered on my bed. Everything that happened to him is my fault.The Ravens... they had to pay. I tore them apart... they touched what's mine.Fuck! I remember their bodies crumpled beneath my feet, their blood soaking into my skin like a twisted baptism.I know I'm selfish. I drew him into a war he never saw coming. But he has to deal with it now because Jasper Morgan belongs to me."I'm sorry, Jas," My fingers brush against his
"Look at those wiggling fingers. Ya think he's awake?" Comes a distant voice, muffled by the darkness that surrounds me."Hey! You awake?" Another voice comes, echoing with laughter.I try to respond, but my lungs feel like they're on fire. I inhale deeply, the air burning my throat, and exhale sharply.The sensation is agonizing, but it's enough to spark my senses back to life."Bloody hell.." I try to move, but the familiar sensation of being tied to a chair stops me cold.Panic sets in, and I scream at the top of my lungs. "You fuckers don't know how to tie a rope tight?!"I thrash about, the tight ropes binding my hands to the armrests cutting into my skin. "Fuck!""We have a sharp mouth here, Brody," A gruff voice with a thick Irish accent growls in displeasure."He was screaming earlier. He's such a pretty face. Why don't we take more fun in this before we cut him open?" Another voice chimes in, sending a raw chill down my spine.Oh shit! What have I gotten myself into? I rememb
The seconds tick by with agonizing slowness as I wait ten minutes after Jasper's exit.My mind is screaming at me to act, to move, to do something.But I'm a bloody idiot! A moronic, brainless, self-sabotaging fool!I want to look at him, to drink in the sight of his beautiful face, to memorize every curve and contour. Again and again.I want to tell him what's going on with me, to confess my deepest fears and desires.I want to tell him I'm sorry, to beg for his forgiveness. On my fucking knees!I want to hug him and just... melt in his warmth.Oh my god!He deserves so much good, so much joy. And I really want to see joy linger in those beautiful sapphire eyes, to see him smile in a way that makes my heart skip a beat.I'm running back to the party. And as soon as I burst out of the building, desperate to catch up with Jasper, a quick grip on my arm brings me to a sudden stop. I spin around to face Asael, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed in concern."What's wrong?" My teeth c
"N..No. I can't do this." I break away from the kiss, tearing myself away from him. "Goddammit!"My heart is racing so fast I have to press my hand to it. "You have to stop messing with me, Rhys. If you want me, tell me and I'll stay with you. If you don't want me, I'll leave."Rhys yanks me forward, pressing my body against his as he wraps his arms around my waist, gripping my sweater tightly. I can feel his intensity, his desire to rip it off."Rhys." My body trembles, and I can feel his heart pounding against his chest, like it's trying to break free.I look up at him, his hair obscuring his eyes, but I can see them darkening in the dim light."Rhys," I whisper, my breath catching in my throat. "What do you want from me?"He leans in, his face inches from mine, our lips almost touching. Our breath mingles, and I can feel his heart beating in time with mine."Rhys." Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. Bloody hell! I just want to hear him say the words I desperately need to hear.
Riding my bike back home from violin practice, I'm met with a surprise. The mansion compound is packed with cars, and the sound of booming music, cheers, and screams fills the air. I park my bike, exhaustion washing over me as I remove my helmet. "I'm not in a party mood." It's Asael's birthday today, and I hadn't planned on returning to the mansion so late. My mind has been preoccupied with securing a solo spot. I'm so close! I make my way through the crowd, scanning the sea of faces for a glimpse of Rhys, but all I can see is Asael and Luciano dancing together, surrounded by cheering people. Luciano is laughing and spraying them money. I roll my eyes, a grumble escaping my lips. "Rich people." As I step up the stairs and into the hall, I find myself standing in front of Rhys' door. I stare hard at it, feeling the urge to open it, but it's probably locked – and he doesn't want to see me. Maybe he wants to. My phone buzzes in my pocket, breaking the spell. I pull it o
"Faster baby, faster!" It's not every day I walk into my boyfriend's apartment, excited to celebrate our one-year anniversary, only to find his pale ass in the air as he pumps himself into a strange lady underneath him. The thought of smashing my violin on his head is tempting, but I have a solo performance in an hour. What if his dense skull breaks it? No.. I don't care. I drop the gift bag, my hands shaking as I remove my violin from its case. I raise it, ready to strike the back of his head. But just as I'm about to swing, the girl beneath him screams like a banshee. Nate's eyes widen, his face pale and horrified, as he turns to stare at me. "Jas!" A pained, deranged smile curls onto my lips. "Hello, babe," "It's... It's not what you think!" Nate pulls out of the lady, scrambling to his feet and hastily putting on his pants. He points at the terrified-looking girl on the cushion. "I don't even know her!" The typical denial. The girl's face twists in anger as she glares at ...
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