Novel & Cerita Is Ruthless Vows Spicy

Ryan had grabbed a nearby glass flower vase and hurled it against the wall, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. . . . To be continued... 🤍

Jasper's calm fresh scent of mint and lavender wafts up, intertwining with the tang of steel. Oh no, I can't think straight. Straight! I'm straight! "You should be, Rhys Volkov," he hisses. "I am going to be your biggest nightmare." I smirk. "Let me guess, you poisoned my lasagna." He chuckles deeply, the sound vibrating through me. "That's too petty." The knife's edge bites deeper, and I feel a small, sharp sting. For an instant, my mind freezes. But rage quickly takes hold, coursing through my veins.

His fingers disappeared beneath the silk of her dress, and the second his skin grazed her damp heat, he let out a guttural growl. "Fuck, you’re soaking for me, baby." Rosa’s breath hitched, her spine arching as she leaned back on her palms. The friction was an exquisite torture. "Then what are you going to do about it?" her hooded eyes challenged him. Luciano let out a dark, low chuckle that vibrated through the table before his fingers drove into action, ruthless and precise. *

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

only possible because I don’t have any weakness…. and now if I marry you…. Then..” ravan stopped in between his explanation “Then what?” Reva questioned him in recklessness “Then they will come after you.. I don’t want to put your life in danger reva” Ravan explained her “Is that your excuse for rejecting my proposal ravan?” reva again questioned ravan who did not answered her, sensing his rejection reva hastily got down from bed and picked up a fruit knife from their bedside table and slashed her left hand wrist, It happened so fast that before ravan could react reva slashed her right hand wrist too “REVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……………………………” Ravan screamed and rushed to hold reva in his arm “FUC

I caught his hand and threw it aside, and his chuckle slipped into the cool air. ‘Look.’ He exhaled and continued in his rich bass voice, ‘the Virtuses have a rich history of being rude so we’re masters at it.’ What? I slipped a giggle, which made Ralph smile as he added, ‘the Luxes, on the other hand, are amateurs.’ I backed away with a slanted gaze. ‘Really?’

Groaning lowly, she quickly opened her wardrobe and took another gown to wear, turning around to quickly put on her dress, she turned around and saw Ruthless still staring at her, his gaze held a hungry look. Vala wondered if he could behave like this when the full moon is yet to come, then how he could behave when it's full Moon? "Why are you staring at me, is not as if you have never seen me before." "I can't stop imagining your a*s Vala," Ruthless said, closing the distance between them, and placing one of his hands in her cheeks, "Just pray for me to control myself during the full Moon because you are really driving me crazy and I can't wait to have you. Those chains on you made you look

I continued while she glared at me, “Just you wait and see.” Her laugh was short and bitter, “Wait and see what?” She replied, our lips inches apart, “What haven’t you done to me already? Caged me. Stripped me. Threatened to shoot me? Name it, Marco? What’s next? Tie me up? Lock me in a freezer? Beat me until I cry?” I scoffed, “Something worse, Dolcezza.” She raised a brow. “Oh, really?” “You underestimate me,” I whispered, leaning down just enough so she could feel the weight of my promise. “I’m going to show you why they call me RUTHLESS.”

He kept one hand on her thigh, spreading her wider, watching intently as his cock disappeared into her soaked folds again and again. “‘…and the… marital artwork collection… valued at… two point three million...’” Her voice cracked into a long, helpless moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Riven didn’t slow down. He fucked her steadily, possessively, his balls slapping against her ass with every deep thrust. His free hand moved between them, rubbing her clit in firm circles. “Look at me while you read,” he ordered, voice rough with lust. “I want to see your face when you say her greedy fucking demands.”

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.