로그인“Let me see how much of a virgin you are. Let me know how quiet you can be when I tear your cunt apart.” And I almost called him, “Bastard!” He doesn’t need legs to break you. He doesn’t need your voice to own you. Ivan Petrov is the Don of the Bratva Sever, ruthless, calculating, and far more dangerous than the wheelchair he uses as a mask. Once a husband. Still a father. But love died with his wife. When Vanya is traded like cheap cargo to settle her father’s debts, she’s thrown into his cold, luxurious cage. A mute girl with ghosts in her eyes and fire she can’t speak. He sees her as another pawn sent to spy, another toy to shatter. He doesn’t want a wife. He wants to rip her silence apart. To force those virgin thighs wide, to make her body betray every secret she can’t voice, to watch her shatter on his cock while she claws at the truth she’s not allowed to scream. She thought marriage would be her prison. He intends to make her his favorite obsession: his fucktoy, his slut. In a world of blood-stained marble, poisoned secrets, and a Don who hides his strength like a loaded gun, one silent girl is about to learn exactly how loud her body can get when the beast decides to play. Will Vanya’s silence save her… or will Ivan drag screams she never knew she had straight from her throat? Viewer Discretion Advised 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🔞🔞 ☠️ Dark mafia romance. Intense power, forced proximity, virgin breaking, degradation, and raw explicit filth. Heavy on the heat, 10% plot. Not for the soft-hearted. Enter Ivan Petrov’s world only if you’re ready to get wrecked.
더 보기Vanya.My body hurt all over, and my head ached from crying all night. I had no idea how much time had passed since I was dragged into this cold cell. There was no window or any reliable source of light.I collapsed on the floor as emotions rushed through me. Now that I was alone, I felt every wall holding me in place crumble to nothing.I held on to the rag that had been given to me as a dress, and rocked hard with tears and tremors.I wouldn't be in this position if Father had just listened to me. I wouldn't be here if Mother was still alive and everything was fine.I never wanted marriage like Father did. Did he know what hell I was going through at the moment? I was cold, and now, I’d die without him ever finding out.~ ~I jerked as water drenched my face, beating sleep out of me and making me gasp for air.One minute, I’d fallen asleep on the floor crying, and the next, I woke up to find myself standing with my feet and legs tied to a rod in a dimly lit room.The icy water dr
Ivan.I’d just scrubbed the stench of Katya’s blood off my body, yet it remained clear that people no longer valued their miserable lives.I had spent years building order out of chaos. Every living, breathing person in this estate operated according to my rules. Every guard knew his place. Every servant understood what happened when boundaries were crossed.Yet somehow, after all that, I had walked out of my bathroom to find a half-dressed stranger standing in the middle of my bedroom.My bedroom.The one place in this entire cursed estate that belonged to me alone.“Look at me when I’m speaking to you,” I growled.The girl shook her head stubbornly. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to pry my fist from her neck, to no avail. After a few struggles, she must have realized that she was no match for me.“Little rat,” I muttered, my lips twisting into a wicked grin as I cocked my head to the side and watched her tremble pathetically.Her gaze met mine. I could spot the quiet res
Vanya I had heard the stories. Ivan Petrov was a ruthless man, a monster every soul in Moscow feared. A man who walks in secret, kills without mercy, the world believes he’s crippled while he tightens his grip on Moscow’s underworld. No one dared to cross him, not even now, when he lost the ability to walk. I could not understand it. How does a man command so much fear in the hearts of people? I stared out the car’s window as the wind blew against my face, as though consoling me for whatever lay ahead of me. What would Ivan think of me? How would he receive me? So many questions ran through my mind as my thoughts collided with one another. Yet the answers remained out of reach. His name alone was enough to make grown men cower. Even my own father never spoke ill of him. And now I stood on the marble floors of the Petrov estate, my eyes wide at the sheer size of it. Everything was more grand, and definitely more expensive than anything I had ever seen in our house. “Don’t
Ivan. The basement beneath the Petrov estate was always colder than the rest of the estate. Concrete walls, dim industrial lights, blood-spattered floor with the faint metallic scent that never quite washed away.I sat motionless in my wheelchair at the center of one of the cells, my black suit crisp and immaculate, the black blanket draped neatly over my useless-looking legs.Marco stood behind the maid, silent as death in his own black attire, gloves already dark with her blood.Her name was Katya. Really young and once pretty. Now, her face was swollen, one eye shut, lips split and bleeding, hair matted to her skull with blood, sweat and tears. She hung from the chains Marco had secured to the ceiling pipe, her toes barely scraping the floor.I didn’t raise my voice. I never needed to.“Who sent you?” I asked low, almost conversational.Katya whimpered, blood and saliva dripping from her chin. “P-please… I don’t know what you’re—”Marco drove the knife deeper into her thigh and t
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