[WARNING: HEAVY MATURE CONTENT!] ---- Emmeline thinks her life is finally falling into place the day she marries Richard, a wealthy man admired in high society. But behind the charming facade he shows the world lies a volatile, controlling monster who takes twisted pleasure in demeaning her. The emotional abuse starts with cutting remarks and cruel insults but quickly escalates into something far more damaging. Richard grows physically abusive whenever Emmeline dares to defy him or fails to meet his impossibly high standards. She knows she deserves better, but his manipulation and threats keep her trapped. Determined to conceal his violent behavior, Richard moves them to an upscale neighborhood far from their old neighbors who have already seen too much. There, Emmeline crosses paths with the most dangerous and feared man in the country—a meeting that changes her life forever.
Lihat lebih banyakZavian’s grip tightened on Emmeline’s shoulder as he captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.His tongue slipped into her mouth, demanding, tasting, claiming her as his own.Emmeline was too numb with pleasure to resist—not that she wanted to.Their mouths moved in a synchronized dance.Emmeline breath caught in the moment as his taste lingered on her lips, mingling with the remnants of her own essence that he had just devoured.She traced her fingertips over his chest, teasing the taut peaks of his nipples.Zavian let out a deep, guttural groan that sent her already oversensitized body quivering. His saliva trickled down her throat, laced with her arousal and setting her senses ablaze. Zavian finally released her, just as she was on the brink of breathlessness and fainting.“What do you think of your food?” he murmured.Emmeline licked the taste of her from his lips. She hesitated before scoffing lightly. “Either you’re exaggerating, or I’ve lost my sense of taste because I do
A tremor ran through Emmeline at his words and his tongue swirling around her aching bud. She gripped the sheets tighter, desperate to ground herself against the pleasure consuming her."Zavian," she whispered breathlessly. "You always know how to push me to the edge."Another strangled moan ripped from her throat when his tongue flicked over her clit.Zavian groaned in response, the vibrations sending another surge of pleasure through her."You're driving me mad," he rasped before sucking her into his mouth, drawing her deep, consuming her essence like a man starved.“Oh, Zavian!” A sharp cry escaped Emmeline. She writhed beneath him, every nerve in her body igniting like wildfire as her thighs quivering around his head."If only you could see what I see," Zavian mused. "How your folds swell for me, how they burn with need. Your lips don’t need rouge, love… their blush is natural, painted just for me."His gaze remained locked on hers, dark and filled with something primal. "You're be
His words wrapped around Emmeline’s heart. Warmth spread through her chest until tears pricked at her eyes only to vanish just as quickly.“How do you do this?” she whispered, breathless. “With just a few words, you make my heart race… set fire to everything inside me.”Zavian’s tongue flicked over her navel as his fingers skimmed the sensitive skin of her thighs.He knew the scars she carried, the wounds inflicted by her past. He had no intention of adding to them. Where others left bruises, he left devotion, each touch a silent vow.“You’ve pieced together the broken fragments of my past… healed scars I thought would never fade.” Her body, once marred by bruises, now basked in his lavish care—a tenderness that left her feeling utterly cherished.Zavian glanced up at her through half-lidded eyes, pressing a kiss to the lace trim of her underwear.“I know what you’ve been through,” he murmured. “You need a man who will care for your heart before your body. I will be that man, Emmeline.
"You're drenched, minx," Zavian growled in her ear. "Can you feel how much you want me?""Yes," Emmeline’s voice trembled as her hips jerked beneath the relentless rhythm of his hand.Her body no longer belonged to her—it answered only to him.Zavian crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss so wild it stole the breath from her lungs. Their tongues tangled, desperate and greedy, tasting every ounce of the ache that pulsed between them. He devoured her like a man starved, and she gave herself over completely.Emmeline’s world spun with every flick of his fingers, every teasing swirl that kept her teetering on the edge. Her nails clawed at his shoulders in a silent plea for more… for him to go harder and deeper.Her eyes fluttered open when Zavian shifted slightly and the sight before her nearly unraveled her.His tattooed arm flexed with each powerful motion, veins bulging, ink glistening with sweat. His face was pure, unshakable focus… lips parted and jaw tight, as if her pleasure was his on
Their eyes locked—hers glassy and pleading, his molten and hungry.“Release me from this torment,” Emmeline whispered. “Let me be yours... completely.”Zavian leaned closer until their foreheads touched. "Say it again," he demanded hoarsely.Emmeline drew in a shaky breath. “Please… take me. Touch me like only you can.” Her voice cracked under the weight of her desire.That was all it took.The finger inside her moved with purpose now, stroking her deeper, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves that had her writhing beneath him.Emmeline’s legs parted wider on instinct, chasing every rush of pleasure he offered until it became too overwhelming for her to handle.She tried to escape the overwhelming sensation, but his body caged her in."Good girl," Zavian growled, watching her with burning intensity.Every movement of his fingers, every press, every curl… he knew her. Knew how to destroy her and remake her with a touch.Emmeline’s head fell back with a cry caught in her throat as her f
Their eyes locked… burning with tension, with hunger and with something far deeper than lust. Like gravity had shifted around them, dragging their souls into a space that only belonged to the two of them.“You’re a sin carved into me,” Zavian murmured in a dark rasp. “Mine. Even if the world goes to hell, you stay mine.”Emmeline’s fingers tangled in his messy black hair with a soft smile tugging at her lips. Her heart pounded like it knew something her mind couldn’t catch up to.“You’re mine,” Zavian growled louder and rougher this time. “No one takes you from me. I’ll burn the world down first!”Emmeline’s nails scraped lightly down his neck and her nipples brushed against the heat of his chest as she arched up to meet him.“You’re everything I ever wanted,” she whispered, eyes glassy with need. “And so much more than I ever thought I’d have.”Zavian’s lips hovered over hers and their breaths mixed in the tiny space between them.“I didn’t think I could feel anything like this,” he m
Zavian paused, looking at her with burning eyes. "But we'll save that for later. Tonight's about exploring."His eyes moved over her body like he couldn't get enough. "Red looks like it was made just for you. Like good wine I plan to enjoy every drop of."With that, he carried her to the bedroom, stopping only to flip on a lamp that filled the room with warm golden light.The light caught in his eyes as they found hers again.The bedroom embodied refined modern elegance. Even more romantically decorated than the previous one."I never thought we'd get here," Emmeline admitted, pulling at his tie with shaky fingers. She put her hand on his cheek, the gentle touch a contrast to the heat from before. "That we'd build something so strong everyone would try to break it."Her thumb traced his cheekbone. "I've loved you for so long, but lately it's turned into something deeper. You've kept every promise you've made me."Zavian set her down gently in the middle of the room. His hands found the
Emmeline's fingers trembled a little in anticipation as she reached for Zavian's coat.The heavy wool fabric slipped from his broad shoulders, joining her own discarded coat on the floor of the yacht's cabin.She placed her palm on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the crisp fabric of his shirt. The warmth radiating from his body contrasted with the winter chill that had followed them inside."Your image has haunted me," Emmeline confessed. "When I close my eyes, I see you above me. The mere thought ignites something within me I never knew existed."Zavian's eyes darkened at her words. He placed his left hand at the nape of her neck, threading his fingers through her hair.His other hand found her thigh, guiding it upward until it wrapped around his waist. The evidence of his desire pressed against her, separated only by layers of fabric that suddenly seemed too substantial and too restrictive."I've always maintained control," his voice sounded deeper than
Zavian stilled.His eyes didn’t mock her. There was no arrogance in his posture, no smirk on his mouth… just stillness. Listening.His fingers stayed gently laced with hers, grounding her in place.When Emmeline finally dared a glance upward, Zavian was watching her.All the intensity in his expression had softened. His usually sharp and unreadable gaze now glowed with something calmer. Gentler.Zavian slowly lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his mouth lingering against her skin. “I can’t lie to you… I won’t promise there won’t be some discomfort, especially at first.”His thumbs moved across the backs of her hands in slow, soothing circles.“But what I can promise,” Zavian continued, “Is that I’ll go slow. I’ll listen to your body. I’ll stop the second you want me to. And if there’s any pain…” He tilted his head slightly and his eyes flickered with certainty she’d come to depend on. “It won’t stay. I’ll turn it into something good. Something worth rememberi
Maybe he's just stressed at work.Seduce him, entertain him. That's what people usually tell a married woman when she complains about being subjected to violence and abuse by her husband. My own family and friends said the same ignorant, victim-blaming bullshit.Their words echo in my head like a constant reminder of how alone I truly am in this nightmare.The brutal truth? I was repeatedly raped and assaulted under my own roof by my husband Richard. And the most ridiculous, infuriating thing I heard when I finally gathered the courage to turn to my family for help and support? "He'll change when he gets older! Boys will be boys!"Their dismissive, enabling attitudes made me feel even more isolated and trapped. It was as if they were complicit in my abuse, choosing to protect a monster rather than their own daughter and sister.Like, what about my wasted life? What about the trauma and suffering I've endured? The sleepless nights, the constant fear, the way my body tenses at the sligh...
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