Novel & Cerita Is Ruthless Vows Spicy

Scratches and swollen eyes looked back at RiVi as if he weren't existing, that made him much irritated. “Huh? Still acting almighty? Did you sell your body, to him? Have you forgotten about our deal Aru? That if you fail, this body is mine! Or you want your dear brother headless so bad?” “D-dont tou-ch m---y br---o---ther!” In his battle to say the phrase, RiVi's hands roam to his blooded chest and pinched his nipples, wounding it, after seeing all the red bites inside the clothes.

It wasn’t gentle. It was years of anger and betrayal, twisted up with desperate need and reckless, reckless want. Dominic’s hands gripped my hips, lifting me onto the glass table, scattering papers and photographs everywhere. I gasped as the cold surface kissed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat burning between us. His mouth moved over mine with ruthless precision, claiming, devouring. I kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every fractured emotion into it—every broken vow, every twisted desire.

up, his warm palms caressing my bare ass, the cool metal of his rings dragging fire across my skin. "Whose slut are you, tesoro?" He growled, one hand wrapping around my throat, the other tangling in my curls, tugging just enough to make me moan. "I'm Raul D'Amano's slut," I gasped, and a hard slap landed on my ass, the sting blending with pleasure. "That's right. Mine." Before I could process, he lifted me, laid me back across his desk, and leaned over me, his breath hot against my shoulder blade. His thick cock teased my slick slit, sliding torturously, making me cry out as he tormented me. My fingers dug into the glass desk as he finally thrust into me, deep and brutal, th

he murmured but it sounded like he was talking to himself. I wanted to ignore him and just leave but before I could even move he stepped forward again offering his hand for a handshake "I am Rook, the viper king's VP" he said his smile becoming wider. So he is also related to that bastard, I bit back the urge to laugh out of anger and just glared at him, does he really thinks I am going to shake that hand of his? Well he must be dreaming. I glared at him one last time before I walked pass him, I have far more important things to do than to chat with some Rook guy, "wait" he called as he stared at me, I ignored him and continued walking.

We explored Los Angeles the way only a billionaire could A rooftop restaurant with glass walls and a view of the entire city A private table set with candles A quiet balcony where the night breeze smelled like flowers and ocean A wine I couldn't pronounce A dessert that melted on my tongue The whole time, Julian kept looking at me like he was memorizing my face. At one point, he leaned closer and whispered “I shouldn’t want this but I do.” My breath caught. “Julian…” “Don’t say my name like that” he murmured. “Why?” I asked He swallowed. “Because I’ll do something reckless.” His voice alone made my heart race. He didn't touch me and I'm sure it because of the public eyes.

“Ah...fuck! Yes! Fuck me, Adrian—fuck, fuuuck!” I grabbed her throat with one hand, pinning her to the table, and fucked into her hard, brutal, with no rhythm, just force. Her moans were guttural, nasty. She was loud, deliberately so. “Say her name,” she gasped. “Say Rowena while you fuck me...” I slapped her mouth. “Don’t fucking say her name again.” Her head tilted back, and she laughed between gasps. “You think this makes you loyal? You’re deep inside me, Adrian. This pussy’s yours right now. Just admit it.”

He is so full of himself and arrogant. He is a good person Sav, I think he likes you a lot...I mean a lot. This is the first time he brought a date. We are really surprised! Sometimes, people are being carried away by his position, but as far as I know him and from my personal point of view, he is kind-hearted and a good man. There are talks about his ruthlessness, especially towards women, but I am not a witness to those. I have never seen him with a woman on his side, believe me! It's always talk and gossip by the media. Maybe, it was part of his image to have it that way. He was a widow for many many years and I did not hear a single name attached to him. It's just being ruthless, and a

maktol ko. She sighed. He took my own cup and spit out a fish ball. "There's more spicy sauce than sweet. It wasn't balanced." I drank water again. The sharpness was just right when Janice and I bought it, ah. Maybe the salesman actually put a lot of chili in his hot sauce! “I don’t want that anymore,” I said. "Let's exchange, then." He gave me his cup. I reached for it once beyond looking towards his friends. Kiara gave me a sharp glare. He turned and walked away, as if disgusted. Bon said goodbye to Rustov and they entered the plaza. I knew it. Kiara likes him. And she was obviously jealous.

Asher asked. "You also believe he likes her right?" I asked when I recalled his earlier words. "It's not that I believe. I know he does. With how she's been speaking to him and how he doesn't say much to her, that's a different side of him I'm seeing. I've seen him before and I know him. I am part of those who witnessed his ruthless side. Talking back at him could cost you your life and he doesn't look at her like he wants to chop off her head whenever she speaks back at him in a rude manner. He has a soft spot for her," Asher explained.

I sobbed into the pillow, the restrictions of the bond tightening against my skin. "Good," he growled, his voice thick with a dark, primal hunger that had nothing to do with affection. He slammed his body into mine from behind, entering my dry, tight pussy with a sudden, unyielding thrust that tore a loud scream from my throat. He didn't use lubrication; he didn't give my body time to open for him. He wanted the raw, friction-filled reality of possession. He began to pound into me with a furious, unhinged rhythm, his fingers digging into my hips with enough force to leave permanent marks.