His Dark Mercy

╔═════ஜ۩۞۩ஜ═════╗ Lᴏᴠᴇ & Oʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ sᴇʀɪᴇs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ ╚═════ஜ۩۞۩ஜ═════╝ Dᴀʀᴋ Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴄe ══════◄••❀••►══════ "What made you come here, little cat?" He spoke, Not a question but a demand, point out the hidden sarcasm. His voice husky, and eyes darken. While he Sat On dark couch calmly, Staring at my quivering soul, and all I was In front of the devil, Preparing myself for his meal. "I-I Came to apologize for my earlier mista--" barely audible, with the stammering tone I managed to answer but all he could do interrupt. "On your knees" he Command, and my eyes widen in terror. I looked at him and his ocean blue eyes with a threaten warning was already stucked on me. "Uhmm..w-why?" I questioned, in horror. "Obey me" he spoke with low and menacing tone, after thinking for few seconds which felt for hours in loud silence, I was on my knees. Looking at the 'devil' for next command. And A Smirk, curled up on his lips. "Unbuckle My Belt" He demand, while all I look at him in shock, is he going to hit Me? "W-why?" Again, I questioned with a helpless tone. "You're going to swallow My cock, in your mouth with your eyes on Me. And then i will think to forgive you or not, little cat." And I gulp the large saliva down from the throat just thinking about it. ══════◄••❀••►══════ Where death lies, the Leviathan Hart mention. Fall in love but more like suffocation. Luna stewart, a beautiful shaped soul. Trapped in the world of his dark obsession. ══════◄••❀••►══════ Trigger warning- mature scenes, foil language and torture inside this book. If you are mentally not prepared, this book is not for you. ~Aria. With love for all of you.

[***WARNING**18+] This story contains abusive contents such as dark romance, torture,violence, abuse, and etc. If you are not comfortable with these type of things feel free to leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first book... I'm still learning but I hope you enjoy xoxo. -Author •Ivy Jade Harper• A woman who doesn't take disrespect from nobody and will put you in your place. Being a hard working lady and hoping to meet hers goals will all be stopped by the devil himself. •Dimitri Russo• A dangerous mafia king who could kill you with a word that comes from his mouth. Once he comes across Ivy Jade he knows that she will be his no matter what. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " What did I tell you Ivy?" he asked while wiping of the blood from his knuckles. " Y-you killed him." I whispered, my voice being to scared to say it out loud. " That's not the answer to my question." He said darkly, making me shiver at his words. " Now what did I tell you?" " Th-that I am yours." I answered. "And what else?" He asked. " And that I should not let nobody touch what's yours." I answered cowardly. "And what do you go and do my love?" He asked once again. " I went and let somebody touch what's yours." I said. He chuckled and looked at me evilly. "Now I have to teach you a lesson." He said ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A BWWM STORY HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in obsession #1 in intense #1 in blackwoman #1 in psyco #1 in sadistic #1 in crazy @theteahoney ©️ALL COPYRIGHTS RESERVED

.ೃ࿐𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓕𝓘𝓐 𝓑𝓞𝓢𝓢 & 𝓗𝓘𝓢 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓕𝓤𝓛 𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝.ೃ࿐ ᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ "I'm starting to think you enjoy pushing my limits, il mio bel piccolo fiore," he grits out through clenched teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure on the hand he has wrapped securely around my throat-enough to make my pulse race. I fight the urge to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from the sheer dominance of him, determined to hold my composure. Instead, I flash him a slow, taunting smile from beneath my lashes. A silent, fuck you. My lack of reaction urges him to press harder and his grip tightens. A strangled moan betrays me, slipping past my lips. My eyes widen, and his chuckle is dark, amused. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he taunts, tilting his head, reveling in my torment. "Or is it that you want to piss me off?" he whispers, gaze flicking to my parted lips. "Tell me, bloom," he growls, "do you want me to devour that sweet little pussy of yours until you finally understand who you belong to?" His voice is a dangerous promise, sliding over me like silk and steel, eliciting a quiet gasp as he traces his lips along the tender skin of my ear. His lips trail down, ghosting over the sensitive slope of my neck and my pulse flutters as a response. I inhale sharply-just as he latches onto a certain spot. And I choke, knees weakening. What the hell have I gotten myself into? ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ What happens when a ruthless, all-powerful Mafia Don becomes fixated on a stripper with more secrets than scars? She defies him. He takes what's his. But with the past rising to drag them under, one question remains: Will they survive each other, or burn beautifully together? ❥Read to find out-and don't forget to check the tags❥.

"Why the hell won't you just admit it?!" I yelled at him. "Admit what?!" He asked. "The REAL reason why you don't want to be with me! It's cause I'm too fat and cause I'm white and you are so afraid as to what your friends might think, aren't you?!" I snapped at him. "You don't know shit!" He snaps right back at me. "Oh no? Why can't you just tell me? I can take the rejection!" I snap again at him. He starts stomping his way over towards me and raises both my hands against the wall and above my head as he leans in closer to me just inches from my lips. "You think I don't want to be with you because I'm too embarrassed because of how big you are or that your white? You really think I could give two shits as to what anyone including my friends think about us? Well I don't. I could give two shits about what anyone thinks! So stop fucking assuming you know me or what I'm thinking cause you don't!" He fires back at me. "Well then what is it then huh?" I asked. "You wouldn't understand. But do me a favor and stop pretending that you know me when you don't." He says. We both then stand there for a moment looking in each others eyes and then he leans in closer and smashes his lips onto mine. © Copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

I ... I didn't even knew I was going to marry him till yesterday. I have no way to go now. I can't be stuck in loveless marriage, I can never marry a person who doesn't love me. I don't love him either. There is no point of this arrangement. How even he managed to get me here all dressed up anyways? My legs stuck to the ground as I was in front of him, He is a Ruthless man, he never ever can be kind. He barely speaks, No one speaks good about him. How can I marry a person as Him? I noticed he had a glance at me as my father was about to pass him my hand. What am I doing? Am I ready to let this happen to me? My feet moved back, I saw sudden change in his eyes. I had a glance at my Dad and Mom. My Elder brother Isaac who was standing there beside my Mom. My eyes went to Riccardo as he called my name, "Cherish ..." I got shivers. I took a few steps back, at this point everyone was looking at me. Riccardo looks me with some kind of betrayed feeling. Now or never..... THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLET, ABUSIVE SCENES AND LANGUAGE.... PLEASE IGNORE IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE IT All copyrights are reserved

College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧ When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely overprotective and never lets me out of his sight. Now that I'm somewhat on my own everything starts to change. When I finish high school and start attending New York University my life takes a turn, for better and for worse. They're back. ☆ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☆ Years ago we found our little angel. She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was the light in our lives, until one day we lost her again. Thirteen years later and we still mourn the loss of our sweetheart, but we found her once, we will do it again. I am the head of the Russian mafia, or a professor at NYU depending who you ask. One day I raise my head to look around at the sea of students and my eyes lock on a familiar pair of ocean blue irises. ★ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋 ★ I'm a heartless killer and offer no apologies for it. As the head of the Russian mafia along with being the CEO to a multibillion dollar company, my life is nothing but darkness. During the day I'm an office man, at night my knife slashes through the necks of anyone I can get my hands on. Killing is my outlet, ever since I lost her. It helps me keep my anger in check. I've never stopped looking for her. We've come close multiple times, but each time came out unsuccessful. As I put a bullet in the head of my ex-guard, Alex comes rushing into the room, and the look on his face says it all. He found her. Start: July 4th End: ///