Novel & Cerita God Of Ruin Spicy Chapters

I saw a waiter passing by my side so when he got close to me I took a glass of Champagne that he was carrying before straightly drink it. I winced because of the bitterness, I'm still not very used to drinking hard drinks. I just looked around and avoided throwing our two eyes at each other. I also don't understand what mc is saying so because I'm bored here inside I just left secretly to go to the rooftop. I just walked out before taking the elevator again and hitting the 70th floor where the rooftop is.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire (Complete) *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, bu

And I wanted with a ferocity that scared me more than any battle ever had. I turned my head, brushing a kiss to Gaia’s hair, breathing in her scent. My fingers drifted to Ashley’s wrist, feeling the steady pulse there. A grounding beat I could lose myself in... I had no idea what tomorrow would bring. I’d broken the world wide open, tore down the blood-soaked throne I was never meant to sit on. But lying here – between the women who held my heart – I knew one thing with a savage, bone-deep certainty. Whatever came next – whatever gods or monsters rose from the ruins – they would never take them from me.

Until all I could taste was the promise of what we’d started, rebellion, revenge, and something even more dangerous than both. And when we both pulled away from each other, I could see the fire burning through his eyes. And the world could keep burning. For now, we had each other. And for the first time, I didn’t feel like prey. I felt like fire.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

He pushed himself off the large door with a slow, purposeful force that screamed of contained power, and each step towards me felt majestic and predatory. He halted before me while folding his arms across his barrel chest, and glared down at me with a piercing, simple hatred. I slowly rose from the iron chair, with the cuffs still dangling from my wrists. I had to raise my head just to meet his gaze, putting me at a distinct disadvantage I couldn’t afford. He brought the cigarette to his lips for one last, contemptuous drag, then used his thumb to press down on the glowing red ember. There was a faint hiss of burning flesh and tobacco, a smell that was oddly, nauseatingly sweet and disturbin

\\ Zayne's POV \\ 💕💕💕 "The Emerald Wolf will rise under your watch, Zayne Vale. You will find her, track her, corner her like the predator you were trained to be. But mark my words, boy—she will be your mate. Your fated one. The Goddess has a twisted sense of humor, and she will bind you to the very thing you're meant to destroy. And she will be your doom. The wolf will destroy you first, break you from the inside out, shatter everything you are, before she brings ruin and devastation to the entire world. Love her, and you damn us all to extinction. Kill her, and you damn yourself to a fate worse than death."

" Hypocritical, don't you think? Calling out to God while I'm on my knees worshiping at your altar.” He eats me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, tongue plunging inside, then back to circling my clit, sucking, nipping, growling praises between every filthy lick. “So sweet, so fucking wet for me. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take us. Made to take my cock. Made to carry my babies.” The words hit like a shockwave, and my eyes snap open. “Val…no…”