Morgan
Our destination is just around the corner, blending in with the rest of the Upper East Side architecture. I don’t know what I expected, but whatever it was, this isn’t it. The only thing even remotely incongruous is the large H gold sign—the same as the signet ring Camden wears at his throat. I’ve seen it around Roman’s wrist and Rhys’s wrist too.
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She watched him butcher her parents. Now she’s come for blood. Evie steps into Mafie University ready to kill. Instead three Bratva kings claim her as their property. Alexi. Damien. Lev. They don’t romance. They use. She’s their filthy little toy. Forced to her knees, fucked raw, degraded, marked, and filled until she can’t walk straight. Every defiance earns pain. Every moan earns more. They break her open and make her thank them for it. But the assassin they own still has a knife… and she plans to make them bleed while she’s still dripping with them. Dark. Filthy. Why-choose. Dubcon. Degradation. Knife play. Breeding talk. Rough ownership. 18+ only. This one is pure filth.
I’m no princess. He’s no protector. He’s the man my father hired to train me. To break me. To turn the soft little mafia princess into a weapon. Arturo doesn’t protect. He owns. He pushes until I bruise, until I beg, until I hate how much I crave the way he degrades me. Every command. Every filthy word. Every time he forces me to my knees and reminds me I’m nothing but his to ruin. I was never supposed to want the monster teaching me how to kill. He was never supposed to want the forbidden heir he was ordered not to touch. Now blood will spill. Hearts will break. And I’ll let him destroy me… as long as he never stops. 18+ Dark Mafia | Toxic Bodyguard | Degrading Training | Forbidden Obsession | Intense Spice She was meant to take the crown. He was meant to break her for it.
She thought she still had a choice. She doesn’t. Rhys doesn’t forgive. He doesn’t forget. He hunts. Breaks. Owns. Then he hands the pieces to his brother so they can ruin her together. Violet came back to Thorn Falls thinking she could play the game. One mistake and the man who already should have destroyed her at sixteen has her stripped, collared, and dripping while he and Charles take turns fucking every last shred of pride out of her. He’ll degrade her. Share her. Break her so thoroughly that the only thing left is the sound of her begging for more. And when she’s nothing but a used, trembling mess, she’ll still crawl back and thank him for it. No mercy. No soft edges. No redemption arc. This is pure, filthy corruption. Click if you can handle getting ruined. 💦
He fcks like he hates her. And he really, really hates her. Rogue Royal - the cold, ruthless king of Royal Crown Academy - has one rule: survive senior year and claim his fortune. Then Bellamy crashes into his world with her smart mouth and tempting body. Now he can't stop thinking about pinning her against the wall, choking her pretty throat, and pounding into her until she screams his name and begs for mercy she'll never get. He'll bully her. He'll degrade her. He'll ruin her tight little body night after night until she's dripping, broken, and completely addicted to his cruel touch. She hates him. He owns her. Welcome to the academy, baby. The king is ready to play. 🔞🔞🔞🔞
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