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“My men are going to make a feast out of you. They will each take turns tearing you apart from the inside, piece by piece until all that's left of you is a broken, bleeding mess.” My chest tightens, my heart drops to the ground. “Vesper, you sick bastard! You'll rot in hell for this!” “Maybe I will, but it'll all be worth it. Watching my men use every hole in your body will bring me the satisfaction I've been craving since you and your husband ruined me.” He smiles and brings out a cigar. He lights it and puffs on it calmly as he watches me struggle in tears. “Boys! Get to work. Make sure it's a spectacle worthy of my revenge. I want it loud, rough, painful and bloody.” Vesper puffs out a ri

“And I will make them fear you again.” A sudden noise—a sharp clatter from the rooftops—made both of them tense. Enemies? Spies? Or just the wind? Neither moved to investigate, yet both were poised, bodies coiled like springs, ready to strike. The night deepened. Vanguard pressed closer, whispering in her ear words meant only for her, promises of dominance, respect, and power. She could feel the heat of his breath, the deliberate intensity of his presence. Palermo outside could wait. The world outside could crumble. Tonight, it was just them, locked in a game of fire, blood, and desire.

"The vanguard is marching. The upper ring is ours to break. Take what belongs to you." Killian let out a dark, guttural growl that shook my very center, catching my mouth in a kiss so rough, wet, and possessive it completely stole the air from my lungs, his tongue invading with a heavy, territorial hunger that tasted of absolute dominance as his hand ripped through the front fastening of my trousers, claiming the dripping heat of my center while the fires of the new purge began to brew outside the windows.

He drank every drop, licking and sucking through every spasm until I was shaking, fiercely sensitive and barely able to breathe. When the last wave faded, Mr. Voss stood, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. With his eyes burning with dark satisfaction, he unzipped his trousers, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It was even bigger than I remembered from the photos — long, veined, and dripping with precum. He stepped between my spread thighs and rubbed the blunt head up and down my dripping slit, coating himself in my juices. “Beg me to fuck you,” he said, voice dangerous. “Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy with his cock.”

“Taste what we made. Show me you’re worth every cent of that deal.” My cheeks burned, but my mouth watered traitorously. I leaned forward, hesitant at first, my lips brushing the tip of him. The musky scent of sex filled my senses, heady and overwhelming, a mix of his saltiness and my own tang. I flicked my tongue out, tasting the slickness, and his sharp intake of breath sent a jolt of power through me. Even on my knees, I could make him react. I could make *Alexander Voss* falter.

I’m about to blow, Lucifer whispered, in awe of our mate, who knew she could be this dominating, he practically purred, feeling smug. We tried to hold on. We tried hard to keep our composure, but Raven was ruthless. She wasn't going to stop until we did what she wanted. I'd seen this side of her before, but this was on a whole other level. It was enough. I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried. She was relentless, never pausing, never halting. My hips thrust upwards on their own accord, going deeper into her mouth as she stilled her ministrations, her hands holding my cock tightly as I cum, hard, deep into her mouth, my body collapsing onto the bed as I pant, trying to catch my breath.

Raw, wide, burning. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t be. They moved. No gentleness. Only force. In. Out. In. Out. Hell’s rhythm. “You’ll be nothing after this,” Lust said, breathless. “Nothing but our toy,” Wrath agreed, guttural. And I loved it. In the madness, I moved back—meeting them, chasing more. Begging without words. My hole stretched like it belonged. My cock was hard again. Close.

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

She felt like she was in the middle of the devil and the deep blue sea. “Fuck baby..” Volk groaned. He had been in the shower after a tiresome day at work but sex from his mate was one thing he was always looking forward to. “Do you like that?” Rudina purred like a cat as she batted her lashes. “Stop. Doing. That” he groaned. Rudina knew what he was taking about. She knew that whenever she acted all innocent while she was riding him, it always gets him off. she continued doing that.

I said flatly, refusing to meet his eyes. He tilted his head, the muscles in his jaw flexing. “We just had sex, Ruth. It didn’t occur to you that I’m your husband’s brother when I was driving my cock deep inside your pussy?” His words sliced through the air, raw and unapologetic. He wanted to provoke me but I wasn't going to fall for it