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WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV They say that the devil wears Prada. But the devil standing before me was dressed in leather. As we exited the cold, damp room, we were greeted by a sight I would never forget. “Damien. ” Luca growled, keeping me close to him.

"Penny, you know people in the media. Call them. If the Mercer family tries anything, I want their reputation destroyed by tomorrow." I gave him a docile little nod. The whole convoy roared up to the front of the Royale, and we marched up to room 7032. From inside came unmistakable, explicit sounds. Vivian clutched at her chest. "She's heartbroken in there. I will not let him get away with this." On her order, security kicked the door in. I lunged in first and slapped the lights on. The whole room went still. Vivian sank to the floor.

My wolf muttered under her breath, and I swallowed hard, wondering if he was the only one different or if it could even be that he had evil thoughts. "Selene, can we leave here now? It is getting darker!" She exclaimed, and with all my strength and speed, I bolted off, jumping over the dead, mangled bodies of those boys that almost raped me. Gosh, their deaths weren't any better. That vampire really tore them apart mercilessly.

“What do you want to tell me, Mikhail?” “The yakuza has been trying to get a hit on us. I say we go and blow their brains off. No need for any fucking negotiation.” Mikhail states with a stern expression on his face. If Dmitri gives him the go-ahead, I have no doubt that he will grab his gun and go straight to where the yakuza are staying to blow their heads off. Mikhail is careless and violent. He feeds off violence. He goes on a killing spree whenever he's pissed. Sometimes I hold him back before he wipes out half of the Russian population, and sometimes I don't.

Chapter 131 Author's pov. The storm rumbling in the pit of Delilah's stomach wasn't rage anymore. It was monstrosity – raw, undiluted, full-blown. It was fire. The kind that could dissolve the whole of Everest. It was poisonous. The kind that diluted the blood coursing through her veins with venom ready to attack her from the inside. It was hunger. The kind that only understood blood. Massacre. Agony. And the sound of flesh ripping apart.

She shuddered under the mix of control and tenderness. His other hand slid between them, fingers circling her clit with brutal precision, driving her insane. “Cum for me,” he said, his voice rough as he fucked her faster and harder. Her body clenched around him. She screamed in pleasure . He followed, releasing deep inside her with a deep groan. They stayed pressed together, breaths mingling, hearts hammering in sync as the fire between them burned fiercely and unbreakable.

“are you sure you'd do this for me Leslie “his voice rasp, filled with lust. My cunt dripped of my liquid, i wanted this too but I'm scared of it fitting in. " Please be slow, please “he nodded once. He slowly thrusted in. I winced. His cock stretched my walls making me feel pain round my clits. My nails dug into his skin as he thrusted inside slowly. He stayed that way for a few seconds before going in and out of me. Slowly. My body tingled with bittersweet sensation. He filled me completely.

All characters, settings, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. This work, LORD OF VIOLENCE by A. Gupta, is copyrighted and may not be copied, distributed, or reproduced in any form without the author's explicit permission. The book contains explicit scenes, including sexual content and violence, intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. The author does not promote, endorse, or participate in any of the actions depicted in this work. This is purely a dark fictional story meant for entertainment purposes. ~A. Gupta _________________ Trigger Warnings:

I screamed as he drove into me, the angle hitting that perfect spot with every brutal thrust. “Look at me,” he ordered, hand returning to my throat. His storm-gray eyes burned into mine as he fucked me mercilessly. “Watch your husband ruin you.” I couldn’t look away. His powerful body moved above me, muscles flexing, tattoos shifting with every thrust. Sweat glistened on his chest. He was beautiful and terrifying — a god of violence and possession claiming what he’d bought. “Azrael I’m going to cum” I gasped, nails raking down his back.

Author’s Note / Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature and sensitive content, including scenes of violence, assault, and emotional trauma. Please read with caution. Only suitable for mature audiences. ╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧