“We’re sinners. If heaven exists, we’d never be allowed in. But you and I can rule hell together and I’d fuck you hard while we watch the world burn.” His cold lips left a hot trail of heat as it glided down her spine. “O- okay, Daddy.” She stuttered, gripping the sheets tightly and gasping for breath at the same time when fingers suddenly slid into her wet heat from behind. ~~~ She was betrothed to him since birth. Mya knew what was going to happen to her unfortunate life once she comes of age– she was going to be wedded to Angelo, a ruthless and dangerous Mafia Lord who makes the sky rain gore on a good day. And so on her wedding day, she eloped. That same day, she managed to turn into the most wanted criminal of the country. Mya went from running from Angelo, to being saved by him… but, not before paying a price. ———- Birthed by a monster and hardened by pain and violence, Angelo had turned into an emotionless psycho at the age of thirty-two. He had no intention of taking a bride from the onset, all he cared about was protecting his top spot in the country. In comes Mya– a supposed damsel in distress, only that this one has blood on her hands and scars maring her soul. Angelo was supposed to leave her to her wretched fate, but somehow, he found himself drawn to her. Perhaps, it was because there was something about her blue eyes that scratched at an instinct within him which he never knew existed. But she called him ‘Daddy’ once and nothing remained the same after that. Now he was going to protect her, fight her battles, and make her his queen.
View MoreMya Everything happened too fast.One second, Angelo was standing in the doorway, his expression carved from stone. The next, he was on the man, wrenching him off me and throwing the first punch so hard it sent the other man stumbling back against the wall.A sickening crack echoed in the small space.But Angelo didn’t stop.Another punch. Then another. His movements were precise—but furious. He fought like a man who had done this before, like he knew exactly how much force to use to inflict the most damage.The man fought back, throwing wild swings, but Angelo was quicker. He dodged with ease, delivering another brutal hit to his ribs. A choked grunt filled the room as the man staggered, but Angelo caught him by the collar, dragging him forward and slamming him against the wall.“Stay the hell away from my wife,” Angelo growled, his voice low and freaking dangerous.The man wiped blood from his lip, then chuckled—a dark, mocking sound. “Your wife?” He spat to the side, shaking his h
The moment I stepped into the grand ballroom, I felt out of place. You’d think having attended a handful of these parties would make you used to the kind of crowd but there was just no getting used to it. The chandeliers above sparkled, casting golden light over the elegantly dressed guests. The men wore sleek suits, the women dressed in shimmering gowns, soft laughter and practiced conversations filling the air. But none of that mattered. Not when Angelo’s arm was wrapped firmly around my waist. Not when his touch sent heat curling through my body, making it nearly impossible to think straight. I had been trying to keep my thoughts in check since last night at the club. I really had. But every time I was near him, every time he touched me, my mind went places it shouldn’t. And tonight, in this dress that clung to every curve, in his arms as we posed for photos, my brain had completely betrayed me. Why is he holding me so tight? I felt his fingers press against the small of my
Angelo I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly, but it did nothing to clear my mind. My thoughts were a tangled mess, She was always getting herself into messes, it wasn’t weird that she had finally made one of my mind.I clenched my fists, staring blankly at the reports scattered across my desk. I had always liked control. In every part of my life. Business, relationships—everything had to be on my terms. In the bedroom, that control was absolute. The way I commanded, the way I dictated every touch, every sound, every reaction. Having someone submit to me, to let go of all their control and simply obey—it had always been intoxicating. It made something in my head click right.And I had always liked being called Daddy.It wasn’t just about the word. It was what it meant.Trust.Surrender.Obedience.But only in the bedroom.Only when I wanted it.Only when it meant nothing outside of that.So why the hell had it shaken me when she said it outside of it?Mya was different.Tha
AngeloThe city skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, the glass reflecting the soft glow of my desk lamp. It was late, but that didn’t matter. Work never truly ended. Stacks of contracts sat in front of me, neatly arranged after hours of reviewing, signing, and approving. The weight of running an empire never got lighter, no matter how many capable hands I had beneath me.I had quite a number of people running different companies and branches of everything I own all around the world and at the end of the day.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. The upcoming anniversary event for this company was something I had barely thought about. It was just another obligation—something to show my presence, shake a few hands, and remind people why they needed to keep doing business with me.But now, things were different.Mya.She wasn’t supposed to be part of this. When I married her, I never intended to let her too far into my world. It was supposed to be
I wanted to die.Right there, on the spot. Just let the ground swallow me whole and never let me come back.I stared at him, horrified, as the weight of what I’d just said crashed down on me.“Yes, Daddy.”Oh. My. God.Kill me. Now.Somebody please drive a stake through my fucking heart and put an end to my suffering.His fingers dropped from my chin so fast, like my skin had burned him. And the look on his face? I didn’t even know what to call it. Shock? Confusion? Whatever it was, it made my stomach twist painfully.For a second, I thought maybe I could take it back, erase it somehow. Maybe he didn’t hear me. Maybe I’d imagined the whole thing.But I knew better.Because he had heard me.And now, he was looking at me like… like I was something strange.Heat flooded my face. I could feel it creeping up my neck, burning my ears, making my whole body hum with mortification.“I—I take that back,” I stammered weakly. My voice didn’t even sound like mine.His face gave nothing away.And t
MyaThe Next MorningI woke up feeling... I don’t know, calmer, better, rested. Whatever you chose to call itThat was the first thing I noticed.For the first time in a long while, I had slept through the night without tossing and turning. No nightmares, no overthinking until dawn—just deep, uninterrupted sleep.Then, as I sat up, the memories from last night came crashing back. My mind could have at least given me a second to breathe.My face heated instantly.Oh my God.The club. The dancing. Him. The way he held me, touched me, whispered things into my ear and made my knees feel like jelly.And then… what I had done after.I groaned and buried my face in my hands.What was wrong with me?Shaking off the embarrassment, I got out of bed, determined to act normal. I wasn’t going to think about it. I wasn’t going to let him get into my head again. If I didn’t think about it, then it didn’t happen. I don’t know how logical that was just at least it was working. Out of mind, out of emba
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