Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts #5) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Lylah James |
| Language: | English |
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π°'ππ πππππ ππ πππ π πππππππ πππ ππ ππππ. π΅π ππππ. π΅π ππππππ. The Devil owned me, body and soul - but not my heart. It was the only part of me which could never be claimed... ...ππ π π πΌ π‘βππ’πβπ‘. Viktor weaved his way into my heart and imprinted on my soul. He made it clear he was there to stay. Even when the darkness blinded us, he never left my side. What we share was sweet, untamed and wild. π©ππ ππ πππ ππππππ π ππ, π ππππππππ πππ πππ πππππππ πππππ ππππ ππ πππππππ. A game is being played. The arena is a bloodbath, and the Game Masters are brutal. In the end, only one will survive. πΆπππ πππ π²πππ ππππ ππ ππππ πππππ πππ. | |
| Books in Series: | Tainted Hearts Series by Lylah James |
| Books by Author: | Lylah James Books |
βI donβt want to make love. I want to rub my soul up against yours and watch love make us.β
- Michelle Schaper
Prologue
Valentin Solonik
Weak. She was so goddamn weak, so fragile, so breakable. They all were.
It started the same way every time. Theyβd fight at first, struggle against my bigger and much stronger body. Theyβd scream, cry out, and some might even curse at me, spit, and try to bite off my flesh. But it always ended up the same.
From a strong spirit, fighting for their lives and dignity to someone weak, pliable, and a whimpering mess, askingβnoβbegging for mercy.
Holding my hand over her lips, I muffled her screams. She tried to fight against me, but I overpowered her. This girl was too weak for me. She was nothing but a stupid pawn to this game, in this arena.
I liked the one who were fighters. The savages, wild ones. Theyβre the most fun to break. And they make the sweetest, prettiest doll a man could ever own.
Thrusting one last time into her unwilling, tight body, I emptied myself before pulling out. She stayed there on the floor, her legs opened and her body useless. She stared blankly at the ceiling. There was a numb look on her face. So easily broken. Her mind had been made of glass, easily shattering under my weight. Her lithe, sexy body was pliable, easily bent into whatever position I wanted to take her.
βSolonik, how much are you bidding tonight?β A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up to meet Carlosβs eyes. His face was deadly, a mask of darkness, but I could see the small victory smile.
βMore than you. I donβt play to lose,β I drawled, standing on my feet. I kicked the useless girl away. She moaned in pain, and I couldnβt help but laugh watching another man crawl over her body. She was still bleeding between her legs where I had ripped through her virginity.
βTake her ass,β I said. βI havenβt fucked that hole yet. It will be tight for you.β
The man nodded too eagerly. He looked like someone who had just gotten his favorite candy to devour. I had my fun; the broken dollβs fate was in his hands now. With a shake of my head, I walked away with Carlos.
βIβm bidding one million on that girl.β He talked smoothly, pointing at the girl in the corner. She was on her knees, lined up like all the others. She was beautiful, pretty to look at, pretty enough to sink my dick in for one round butβ¦
βNot my type,β I responded, while searching for someone who would really catch my eye.
They were all weak and without a fight. None of them had kept my interest for too long because they were so fucking easy to break. None had my attention, except for one.
She was waiting for me at home, like a nice little pet, a little princess in her tower, awaiting her master. Her King. She was an alluring beauty, charming everyone in her path.
I locked her away, for her tunes were only mine to hear and her skin only mine to touch. When she was good, I showered her with gold and diamonds, gave her a little fairy-tale while keeping a collar on her neck.
Even though she acted broken, I knew she was anything but. There was fire in her soul, in her eyes. I could see it all, and I couldnβt wait to pull it out and turn it to ashesβ¦so slowly until her tears would run red.
Before my little pet, long before she became my wifeβ¦there was another.
A long time ago, I had captured a pretty siren with shiny black hair and enticing blue eyes. She was mine. Until she wasnβt. Until she was stolen away from me. He took her away.
Little did he knowβ¦he started a war that night.
I gave them eight years of happiness. I pitied them and let them have eight years of love. I kept silent, watching in the shadows.
When the right time came, I ripped it all away. I fucking obliterated their little happily ever after.
It was fun to watch. It was beautiful to hear Lyov Ivanshov scream in pain. A fucking pleasure to my ears.
He took her away from me, and in the end, I had returned the favor. Now, my goal was so close. I could almost feel it, sense and smell it. The Ivanshovs were about to come to a cruel end. They would all be on their knees before me.
Soon enough, I would be the Pakhan. The fucking master. The King.
It was time to win this little game of mine.
Chapter 1
Viktor
I stormed forward into the tiny estateβthe cold, sterile building that used to be my home for a year. Where Valentin kept me hidden until I was ready to make my presence known and conquer the game, one move at a time.