Aesthetics

❝𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑴𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝑲𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂.❞ He said cupping my face. As tears streamed down my eyes.

❝𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.❞ I said, hugging him tightly as he gently cooed me. My demons did get the best of me. But I tasted power and I hunger for more.

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Andrei Volkov, the strongest Russian Mafia there ever was or will be. If looks could kill a whole country is already dead then. His first kill was when he was 9 years old. As cold as he was nothing seemed to be too hard for him. He knew everything about everything but Love, of that he knew nothing about until he met her.

Keya Singh, sassy and has her walls built high, and has her demons. She works in a publishing company and sort of content because she had nothing to chase. Or so she thought. No boyfriend, no love life and has a huge ass list of crushes. She craved love more than anything but lost hope because men broke her to pieces so many times that she gave up. Everything was about to change when she met him.

Everything changed for her and him.

After they first met everything seemed to be a chase for her from her breath to her orgasm. As for him, getting her was the hardest thing had to do.