Scarlet Addiction- A Russian Gang Dark Romance
“Tell me you hate me,” Mikhail whispered, aggressively pressing the side of my face against his expensive wooden table.
I inhaled sharply, fighting back the moan in my throat. “I…” I wanted to force the words out, because I did. I hated him with every fiber of my being, with every drop of the blood in my veins.
At the same time, I didn't. I had never put a label on the other thing I felt for him. He would never feel the same, and he would scorn me.
“Say it, Marlowe. Say you hate me.” He dared, thrusting hard into me and stealing my breath.
“Oh my God,” I cried out, pushing my ass backwards to meet his thrusts despite myself.
“You can't say it, can you?” He laughed scornfully. “I… hate you.” I managed, inhaling sharply.
He tugged my hair, fucking me harder.
“No, you don't.”
I couldn't argue, because an earth shattering orgasm snuck up on me and blinded my thoughts. When I recovered, I realized he was not completely wrong.
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Marlowe had a simple, happy life up until her late teens when she was about to go to college. Her father was murdered in cold blood and her mother fell apart. She was left to take care of herself and her mother, and all her dreams were shattered. She is kidnapped and sold to someone she once knew and was in love with. Mikhail Romanov.
He is an entirely different person now. But Marlowe is an angel and she can melt the hardest of hearts.
They fall in love with each other, but with this romance comes a revelation of secrets that shatter Marlowe and all that's left of her is a woman that is filled with hatred and anger, and desperate for revenge.
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Chapter: Chapter SixChapter SixMarlowe Sage Kunetsov My eyes felt crusty and heavy when I jerked awake. I had been plagued with nightmares after I had cried myself to sleep. I had been miserable after my encounter with Mikhail. The Mikhail I knew was gone. The kind, quiet boy that stole my heart was gone. And it was devastating. Almost more devastating than the things he had said and asked of me the night before. Tears welled in my eyes again but I blinked them away. I needed to be strong. I needed to get myself together and find my way out of here. I was a stranger here, a slave, as Mikhail had said. I pulled myself into a sitting position. Maybe if I acted right, maybe if I learnt my way around here, I would be able to escape. I'd use whatever money mom and I had left in the bank to take us to Russia. That way we would escape from all of this. I would be free of all this slavery. For the first time in days, I allowed myself to think of my mother. After dad has been murdered, she pretty much gave
Last Updated: 2025-10-04
Chapter: Chapter FiveChapter FiveMikhail Romanov I stared at Marlowe, studying her expression. I didn't have to look to hard to know what she was thinking and feeling. Her disbelief of what I had just said was written all over her face. “Mikhail…” she shakily called my name, grasping the hem of the black dress. It looked good on her, but it was not the one I had sent for her. I knew she was stubborn, resilient and would always want to make her way through anything. I was not going to let that happen. The dress I had sent was supposed to tell her what her place was.She meant nothing to me. Absolutely nothing. She was just a slave I had bought from a human auction. It was not my usual gig, but I did not mind it since it was her. I didn't enjoy that I was going to have to be mean to her within a day of meeting again, but I needed to set the climate of the relationship we had here. Master and slave. That was all it was. I smiled at the thought of how badly I would break her. Ruining her and taking tha
Last Updated: 2025-10-02
Chapter: Chapter Four FOURMarlowe Sage Kunetsov I sat still in the tub, staring out at nothing. It had been like a dream. I was not sure if to call it a good one or a nightmare. Mikhail. Mikhail Romanov. I remembered him like the back of my hand. He had always been in my heart, in the back of my mind. The one person I had loved asides my parents. We had been in highschool together. He had been an exchange student from Russia and he often got picked on by the guys because he didn't speak to anyone. The girls had found that mysterious and hot. Somehow, we had become friends, and then I had fallen in love with him. He had loved me too. I shakily inhaled, remembering the last night I saw him. I had been coming home from cheer practice and he had called me, telling me he wanted to see me. We had met at our favorite spot in the park and he had wept. He had clung to me and cried his heart out. He never told me what was wrong, no matter how much I pleaded. The next day, our homeroom teacher told us that his
Last Updated: 2025-09-27
Chapter: Chapter Three THREEMarlowe Sage Kunetsov For days, I was unsure where I was. I was constantly drugged up, falling in and out of sleep, and curling up because of all the pain I was feeling when I wasn't asleep. I had a very vague memory of the things that happened after I had been sold. I had not seen who I had been sold to or where I had been driven to. The only constant since that night was the latina doctor that had been taking care of me at intervals. I opened my eyes and looked around the room, inhaling deeply. It was the first time I woke up and wasn't assaulted by a horrible headache. I slowly climbed out of the bed, delirious from all the drugs the latina doctor had stuffed me with. I climbed out of the bed slowly, looking around the room for the first time. It was plainly decorated and furnished, but every article of plain furniture looked like it cost five figures. I could tell because I had once lived a life of luxury. The reminder of how my whole life fell apart after my father
Last Updated: 2025-09-27
Chapter: Chapter Two TWOMikhail Romanov “What are we doing here?” I asked Maxim as we walked into the main building. I had had a long day at a conference for CEOs in the tech industry and I still had things scheduled for the night. I hated to pass my responsibilities over from one day to a new one. “I'm not sure yet. Killian invited me,” Maxim responded. “Fucking Killian,” I muttered. Killian was an acquaintance of my brother's. My brother was sufficiently notorious without Killian. With Killian, he was a pain in the ass. We headed into the building and Maxim led the way to what looked like a hall. There was a cheering crowd there, and I recognized some of the people that were sitting around the neatly set tables. “We're a little late,” Maxim sighed. Killian appeared in front of us out of nowhere. “Look who finally decided to show up,” he teased Maxim with a grin. I glanced at my watch and looked around impatiently. “Hey man,” Killian looked at me. “I saved you a seat in front.”I nodded curtly an
Last Updated: 2025-09-27
Chapter: Chapter One ONEMarlowe Sage KunetsovI fixed my eyes on the spot I found on the floor of the box truck. Every other spot was covered with the feet of eighty other captives.The wooden floor was splintered and worn. I tried to think of all the ways that it had been used that made it this way. It proved sufficient distraction from the stinging pain that was coming from every inch of skin on my back. That was until the truck rode over a bump. My back connected with the corroded metal of the walls of the truck's cargo and I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I feared it would bleed. There were a few groans around me. We were all tired. We had been driving for two hours and the driver was reckless. I had also been reckless the previous night. I had made a reckless decision to escape. It was not my fault. I wanted to escape being in this truck at all costs. I had failed miserably, and that was why I had all the injuries from the whip on my back. The welts and torn skin hurt like they were from
Last Updated: 2025-09-27
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