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The Muse
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His Forbidden Muse The Muse
Rox’s body is barely recognisable now, hunched and stumbling with more bone and blood than the man himself. His knees buckle with every step, skin split open in places flesh shouldn’t be exposed. He looks like a cracked porcelain doll someone tried to stich with fists instead of gentle hands.Massimo stands in front of him, as glorious and terrifying I’m afraid for Rox.The skin has torn from his knuckles too, but it’s just rage. But he’s no more grinning or smirking.He looks… terrifying and otherworldly.Like sin sculpted into his face, hair sweat-drenched and wild. There’s something feral in his stance. A stillness that makes my pulse roar.The crowd is still mayhem.“Look what you’ve done,” Someone hisses as I feel something sharp on my skin. Turning around, I find Sienna standing close to me with her nails digging into my flesh as stares at where Massimo is. I wince. “He was perfectly monstrous until you came along.”I blink at her. “What are you saying?”She finally turns to me
His Forbidden Muse The Muse
I can still feel his fingerprints on my wrist. Still smell him on his jacket like he poured himself into the lining. Warm leather and gunpowder dreams. Or nightmares. I can’t tell. It’s just musky and smoky. The kind of scent that stains your soul and leave its imprint for a long time.And now as I watch him walk toward the ring like he owns the fucking underworld and everyone in it.Because maybe he does.Massimo Bianchi sheds his shirt like he’s peeling his skin and the crowd explodes. Like rabid, drunk on the spectacle of him. It’s a sound that rattles in my ribs. Cheers and those damning screams. It’s maddening.The lights are harsh, white and spotlighting sin like it’s holy. And he stands there, bare-chested, tattooed and terrifying. His eyes are blazing like someone lit a match inside his skull and forgot to blow it out.I swallow.Why am I getting an ominous feeling? But coming to think of it, isn’t it already vicious to begin with? It takes no genius to understand what will ha
His Forbidden Muse The Cipher
Hell has a door, and tonight, I’m walking her straight through it.The tires screech against wet gravel as I pull up to the warehouse like a beast returning to its lair. But I’ve never good at listening, to reason, rules or pretty little things with stormy eyes and trembling lips.She sits frozen in the passenger seat like she’s holding her breath. Like breathing might encourage fate to screw her harder.“Out.”She doesn’t move. Of course she doesn’t. Princesses aren’t used to being ordered around without a security detail or a butler waiting with a fucking mint.So, like the gentleman I am, I oblige.I round the car, jerk the door open and haul her out by her soft wrist. She gasps, stumbles like she’s forgotten how her legs work.“Where the hell are we?” She pits all attitude and zero leverage.I grin, and she flinches. “Welcome to the jungle, sweetheart. Where men bleed for sport and boys cry when their designer shoes get dirty.”Her lips part as she looks up at the looming warehous
His Forbidden Muse The Cipher
Power tastes sweeter when it trembles in your palm.When it begs, when it breathes, when it rises to slip through your fingers like silk laced with panic.When it says no with its mouth but yes with its body.When it pretends it has choices.It’s even sweeter when it’s defiant. When it glares instead of weeps. Because then, breaking it becomes art.See, I don’t want power handed to me on a silver platter. I want it writhing on the floor, forced to crawl. I want it to hate me first, before it stars needing me.Power is knowing they can’t fucking breathe without your name on their lips and veins.That’s not just power. that’s divinity with a dirty mouth. And I never said I was God.Because I’ve been known to play Him.My little muse is trembling. And I’m fucking savouring it.Her delicate, trembling fingers are still pressed against the hood of my car, right where I pinned her. I glance down , watching the contrast between us. Her hand is swallowed in mine, dwarfed like she was ma
His Forbidden Muse The Muse
“How did you get my number?” I hiss stepping further into the shadows of the curtains, my back presses against the cold wall and I try to calm my enraged breathing.“That’s not the point, I asked you something, bambina. Were you expecting someone else?”“What do you want?”“Now, that’s a loaded question.” Massimo breathes through the phone like he’s lounging on a throne of blood and sin, indulgent in the power he holds over me. “For now, I want you to come out.”Those words.I stiffen. “I can’t.”“Can’t? Or won’t?”I grit my teeth. “Both.”There’s a beat of silence but I can hear his smirk through the phone. And the invisible noose around me is tightening by the passing second I hesitate.“Careful with your words, sweetheart. You’re my girlfriend.”My skin prickle. It’s not affection. It’s definitely a brand. A leash of warning.I straighten my spine forcing steel into my voice. “You forced me into his. You are not my boyfriend.”He tsks and that decadent sound scratches my earlobes.
His Forbidden Muse The Muse
I sit stiffly beside Mama and Aeval, hands folded so tightly in my lap my nails bit into my palms, spine straight and trying to be as small as possible. I can hear Papa’s low voice mingling with Lorenzo’s deeper one as they converse about something hideous. There’s something fishy about this, I just know it. The way Papa never entertains unnecessary meetings and yet here he is, sitting across from a man whose presence alone makes my skin crawl.But I push the thought away or at least, I try. Because Aeval is speaking and she has this way about her, the warmth that makes the room feels a little less suffocating. She’s nothing like her husband or son. Her aura is golden and glowing kind making a storm feel like a summer drizzle.“Krystina, I was just telling your mother how lovely you’ve grown.” Aeval beams at me, her brown eyes crinkling with genuine delight. “Every time I see you, you remind me so much of your mother when she was pregnant with your girls. Same grace and beauty.”I for
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