Brutal Vows Jt Geissinger 소설 & 이야기

He had been becoming kinder to me lately. When we were almost at the hotel, a motorcycle suddenly passed in front of us, causing muddy water to splash all over us. At first, I gasped, but I immediately laughed when I saw the expression on my boss’s face. “Damn it! Who the hell was that? This suit is expensive!” he complained, making me laugh even harder. “Why are you laughing, Elisha?” I quickly covered my mouth when he spoke. “Sorry, Sir. Just look at your face.”

A throbbing pain radiated through my nerves as various distorted faces magnified before me: "Just as I thought, it's you, the shameless homewrecker Samantha Jewel!" "How dare you, this brazen slut, show your face again!" "Dressed like a tramp, for sure, you're out trying to snatch another man!" "You cuckolded our perfect Mr. Long! I swear I'll beat you to death!" "Scram already, prostitute! Your very existence pollutes the air; why don't you drop dead!"

Convinced her figure was superior to mine, she moved closer with a seductive smile, her gaze brimming with allure. In her mind, all men could be won over with enough charm and attention. This was how she had lured Henry away in our past lives, flaunting herself shamelessly under my nose. Surely this dull professor would be no different. However, she underestimated Quinn's pride and sense of morality as a man. His face darkened, and he bolted out of the room without another word. He raced down the stairs, and ran straight into the street. There, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Whose old sow got loose and ended up in my house? Come and claim her now!"

At that moment, he wasn't a fighter; he was a merciless force, unchained and driven by something primal. Bruto lay there, a motionless and blood-soaked heap on the ring's floor. Vincenzo sat over him, and continued a relentless storm of stabs, each echoing the air with a sickening squelch. It was a cold-blooded replay of the brutality he'd unleashed on Francois at the peace agreement party. That was my first glimpse of him taking someone's life... and I knew it wouldn't be the last. The ring transformed into a macabre river of blood, spreading in every direction around him.

Adrian Hollingsworth has spent his life maintaining the family's pristine image, but the merger of the Hollingsworth and Wexford empires brings him face-to-face with Theodore Wexford. As their parents' engagement party turns into a battlefield of old rivalries and explosive physical tension, Adrian finds himself drawn to the one man he is supposed to despise—his soon-to-be step-brother.

he asked. “No, sir. They won’t break.” Adrian hummed, stepping toward the table of torture tools. Metal instruments gleamed under the light—pliers, blades, needles. He picked one without hesitation. Walking to the man in the middle, he began working silently, methodically. The man screamed until his voice cracked, echoing like a dying animal. But he didn’t speak. Adrian’s expression didn’t change. He moved to get another tool. When he turned— The man in the middle was laughing.

Vivian walked to and fro, her wolf agitated beneath her surface. Her claws seemed on the verge of extending as rage coursed through her veins like a raging fire. She gripped her phone tightly, breathing heavily. The betrayal hurt profoundly, more than any injury she had ever experienced in combat.

Five minutes back in his presence and he had me so bewildered that it hurt my brain. Gio stepped away, his back straightening. He ran his hand through his dark hair. “Fuck.” He swore some more in Italian, speaking so fast that I couldn’t follow what he was saying. I watched as he sucked in several breaths, his shoulders rising and falling. When he turned back to me, he seemed composed, but the heat was still in his eyes. It matched the heat that was pooling between my thighs. “Are you ready to talk like an adult now, Keeley?”

Her eyes raced up to meet his, pupils dilating in sudden awareness of his touch. “What?” She whispered, tongue darting out to moisten her lips, and he nearly groaned aloud at the action. Damn it Ethan, he admonished himself silently, now was not the time to imagine doing shocking things to that mouth….or having those luscious lips doing things to him. He grimaced in disgust and abruptly broke the contact, uttering a curse under his breath. Damn traitorous body. When he spoke, his voice came out harsher than he’d intended.

“But the damned pups aren’t mine.” Grabbing his t-shirt, I lift him off the ground effortlessly, and he struggles against my hold, confusion spreading on his face. “What the hell are you?” “Yeah, I’m not going to have this conversation with a nobody like you,” I answer with a chuckle. Calling Ambros, I let the black smoke rise along my arm before letting it distribute onto Giorgio’s body. He screams in extreme agony as I start breaking every single bone in his body and finally let him fall to the ground like the boring plaything he is.