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9. Nikolai
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2026-03-03 01:07:18
Lune BloodWow, this one's an intense chapter for me. But I love writing it.
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Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance) 27. Alejandro
I pressed the blade deeper, watching the thin line of blood bloom against Nikolai’s skin, vivid and intoxicating. It trailed down his chest, and I couldn’t stop myself—I leaned in, tongue dragging slowly along the wound, tasting him. Marking him. Claiming him.Heat coiled low in my body, my cock already hard, pressing insistently against him. He could feel it. I knew he could. And the way his breath hitched told me he wanted this just as much as I did.I sat back, letting my hands roam over him, tracing every line I’d drawn, every mark I’d left behind. Mine. The thought pulsed through me, dark and consuming.Without breaking eye contact, I brought the knife to my own chest. The sting was sharp, grounding. A bead of blood surfaced, and I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, devouring kiss—letting him taste me the way I’d tasted him.“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I growled against his mouth, my voice rough, barely controlled. “You’ll feel me for days. You’ll be mine… complete
Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance) 26. Nikolai
Blood still stained his shirt. Camila’s blood. Antonio’s blood. The metallic scent clung to him like perfume. I inhaled quietly. Most people would recoil from that smell. To me it felt… familiar. Comforting, even.The doors to the master bedroom opened with a heavy thud as he pushed them with his shoulder. The room beyond was massive—dark wood, tall windows, shadows stretching across the polished floor.Power lived in this room. Authority. Possession. He set me down on the bed, carefully. Too carefully for a man who had just skinned two traitors alive. I leaned back slightly against the mattress, watching him as he straightened.Alejandro Cortes stood at the edge of the bed like a storm barely held together by discipline. Blood streaked across his jaw and throat. His dark eyes burned as they studied me. “Still watching,” he muttered. I smiled faintly. “You’re very entertaining.”His jaw flexed as he stared at me for a long moment. Then he stepped closer. Slowly. The air between us thic
Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance) 25. Alejandro
I should have walked away. That would have been the logical decision. Finish the interrogation. Clean the mess. Regain control. Instead, I was still looking at him. Nikolai Vassilliou sat in that chair like he belonged in the middle of chaos. Blood in the air, screams fading into silence, bodies barely breathing—and yet his attention had never wavered. Not from me. Dio mio. The realization settled in my chest like something heavy. Dangerous.“You’re still watching,” I said. He tilted his head slightly, that same faint smile playing on his lips. “Always.” The answer came too easily. Too naturally. Like it wasn’t a question at all. Behind me, Leandro shifted. Ibram said something to Lucas—low, controlled. Orders. Cleanup. Containment. Normal things. I ignored all of it. Because I couldn’t ignore him.“You got what you wanted,” I said. “The shipment. The truth.” Nikolai leaned back slightly despite the tension in his body, like pain was an inconvenience he refused to acknowledge. “I usual
Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance) 24. Alejandro
The way he looked at me—No. The way he let me see him looking at me. It crawled under my skin like something alive.Nikolai didn’t flinch from the blood. Didn’t look away from the broken bodies, the screams, the metallic weight of it thick in the air. He sat there like a man watching theater—wounded, restrained, yet somehow still in control. Of the room. Of me.My grip tightened around the knife. Possessive. Hungry. Obsessed. The words echoed in my mind—unwelcome, undeniable. Mine. I stepped away from Antonio before that realization turned into something reckless. Something irreversible.“Start with his hands,” I said coldly. Leandro didn’t hesitate. The crack of bone came sharp and sudden. Antonio’s scream followed. It was raw, tearing through the room as his finger bent the wrong way, skin splitting under pressure. I didn’t look. Not because I couldn’t. Because I didn’t need to.Then, I could feel him. Nikolai’s gaze pressed against my back like a blade. Sharp, deliberate, and intru
Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance) 23. Nikolai
The sound she made when Alejandro cut her tongue out was… memorable. High. Wet. Broken. Camila’s scream tore through the torture room like a dying animal’s final cry. Blood poured from her mouth in thick crimson streams, spilling over her lips and down her throat, staining the front of her once-elegant dress. The guards holding her struggled to keep her still as her body convulsed violently.I leaned back in the chair Alejandro had placed me in. Comfortably. Well—comfortable enough for a man who had been stabbed, shot, and nearly bled out the night before. Pain pulsed faintly through my abdomen, but it was manageable. Right now something far more interesting held my attention.Alejandro.The Don of the Cortes empire stood before his wife like a dark god of vengeance. Blood splattered across his face and neck, Camila’s blood, and instead of wiping it away he inhaled slowly like the metallic scent was intoxicating. Fascinating. Most men broke when grief hollowed them out. Alejandro Corte
Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance) 22. Alejandro
When I asked the question, he didn’t answer. Of course he didn’t. Instead, Nikolai only grinned—slow, mischievous, and utterly infuriating. Then he leaned closer. Too close.His injured body shifted forward until our faces were barely inches apart. Our lips almost brushed. I could feel his breath against my mouth, warm and steady, his pale eyes glittering with that same dark amusement that had been haunting me since the moment I dragged him out of that cell.“Not gonna tell, Alejandro,” he murmured. My jaw tightened. He really fucking knew exactly what he was doing. Then he tilted his head slightly. “But don’t you have someone to interrogate?” he continued lazily. His voice lowered. “Or torture?” His eyes gleamed. “I mean certain people.”He leaned back slightly, watching my reaction carefully. “I want to see,” he finished softly. “Per favore.” Fanculo. Why did he look so damn good begging like that? Something dark stirred in my chest. The request should have disgusted me. Instead, it
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