These Violent Delights Kindle Novels & Stories

“And greed is a sin I can’t abide.” Three loud booms fired off, and I felt a fine mist on my skin. Elio slumped to the ground, blood spilling from his chest. A ragged breath left me, and I glanced down to my hands, my breath speeding up at the red droplets that clashed against my skin. My eyes widened, and I turned back to the gruesome scene in front of me and the lifeless body lying not ten feet from me. “Fuck,” Domenico hissed. “Clean this up. I don’t want anything left.”

I wrenched the gun away, the butt crashing into his temple, and he crumpled. The last one stood frozen, gun shaking. I approached, steady and slow. "Please, don't kill me..." he pleaded, retreating. "Ah, she never learns," I muttered to myself. I wiped the gun I had picked up from the ground and, without a second thought, squeezed the trigger. His eyes bulged as he collapsed into a growing crimson pool. I strolled back to the wedding car, tapping on the window. The driver, still white as a sheet, swung the door open.

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

They both wore nothing but their desire, cocks hard and twitching in the air between us. "Look at you, Delilah," Richard murmured, his voice low and commanding, pouring the warm oil into his palm. "Our perfect little slut, ready to be worshipped." He started at my shoulders, his strong fingers kneading the oil into my skin, slick and shiny as it trailed down my collarbone, over the swell of my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly under his touch, and I arched my back, a soft moan escaping my lips.

He was going to fuck me silly? And this slut was fucking up for it. To get ruined like crazy, to get banged silly. To get pounded senseless, get drilled mercilessly and get slayed like I deserve for my pussy's crime of being too irresistible to his dick. To get humped like apocalypse would arrive in just a few hours. To get filled with delicious, warm load of cum. Ah, I was so damn excited.

I reached for the closest thing to my arm - the bottle of cognac by my dresser - and flung it as hard as my anger could carry against the wall above my bed, and listened to it shatter like the pain in my heart. I wasn’t even sure what the pain was about exactly. I wanted to say it was about the thought of losing everything, but then I thought of Valeria, whom I had thought would be the woman of my dreams forever. The box of watches on the table disappeared as well into the floor, and I felt a sharp piece of the glass kiss the small open skin beneath my pants. But it was still nothing compared to the ache in my chest. And then I thought about her. About Helen, and the pain even burned fiercer

Days passed in a haze and in each moment, I hungered for my saviour. On this sleepless day, I just couldn’t bear it. I slid my hand under my camisole and ran my palm over my breast, teasing the nipple until it hardened. Why did you leave me, you terrible terrible cop, when you could have all of me? A soft moan spilled from me as I stroked my clit in slow circles. It was his fingers touching me, his lips at my neck, whispering dirty, beautiful things. I arched into my own hand, biting my lip to keep from calling out his name.

Maddie sucked in ragged gasps of air, her chest heaving violently as waves of burning pain radiated from her brutalized hole. Then the dom yanked her off the floor by choking her throat and hair, his fingers digging deeper into her windpipe as he growled, “Time to break you proper, slut.” Then he hoisted her into a brutal full nelson position, slamming his cock back into her gaping asshole in a brutal thrust that tore a guttural scream from her lips, the intrusion feeling like a red-hot poker splitting her apart from the inside.

When I looked outside searching for the person, there was no one to be found. I got out of the car in order to see if they were injured. I walked to the front of the car to but saw nothing. I was bewildered when I found nothing there , not even a drop of blood to signify that someone had been there. I shook my head and wondered If I was having allusions. I mumbled about having a strange day and started heading back towards the car door. I was just about to enter the car when I felt someone behind me. I was about to turn around when all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain. Someone had hit me on the head and when I touched the surface I found that I was bleeding. Someone grabbed me and put a sack

Many people assumed that she will end up with him and kept on commenting that writer always do this and that. I would only prefer you to remember I don't do injustice with my characters. Rose will suffer but if Harry went overboard with his cruelty he will regret as well. There is always a limit to everything. But if he did something which is not acceptable for even revenge then he will indeed face the consequences as well. Moreover, there is a tag and also mentioned in the disclaimer about 'Violence and Cruel' for a reason. This story is heavily dark. And there is violence and a lot of cruelty from the Male lead side. And if you can't handle go read the tags and also the warnings before con