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CREATED FOR RUIN

***EXPLICIT 18+++*** "I've missed the warmth of your pussy, the feel of it. God Ginevra, you're so fucking perfect." I rasped and tightened my grip on her. I began rocking her against me ever so gently with parted lips. Her tight pussy very often gripping unto my dick, taking me hostage with each rock against me and a loud scream finally escaped from the back of my throat. . . . Created for Ruin follows the tumultuous relationship between two powerful individuals whose lives are intertwined by blood, loyalty, and a love that borders on obsession. Ricardo Sanchez, the ruthless and enigmatic leader of the Sanchez crime family, is a man feared and respected by all who cross his path. Charismatic and dangerous, he exudes a magnetic charm that draws people in, yet conceals a dark past and a heart hardened by betrayal. Opposite him stands Ginevra Rodriguez, a fiery and independent woman with a sharp mind and a fierce determination to carve out her own path in a world dominated by men. Raised in the shadows of the Rodriguez syndicate, she is as cunning as she is beautiful, with a knack for survival that rivals even the most seasoned criminals. Their paths collide in a deadly game of power and passion, as Ricardo and Ginevra find themselves drawn to each other in ways they cannot ignore. Despite their shared history and undeniable attraction, their relationship is fraught with tension and conflict, fueled by their conflicting loyalties and the ghosts of their pasts. As they navigate the treacherous waters of the criminal underworld, Ricardo and Ginevra must confront their own demons and face the consequences of their actions, all while struggling to come to terms with their feelings for each other. Will they be able to overcome their differences and find a way to be together, or are they doomed to repeat the cycle of violence and betrayal that has plagued their families for generations?

Beauty · Urban
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87 Chs

Chapter 0037

GINEVRA

I sat there in the thick night, observing the mess I and Ricardo made and watching the candles burn out, all the while pouring myself one shot after another of tequila—getting wasted and pondering on what my decision would be.

I had two things I wanted so badly. First, I wanted to have Ricardo killed in the most gruesome way possible. Second, I wanted to have Ricardo over at my house every other night, fucking me just the way he did a few minutes ago.

One thing was certain, my choice had to be one or the other.

There wasn’t anything in the world that could let me have both. So, I had to make a pick. Still, questions remained—what was my choice going to be? What choice was safer than the other? What would a head of a family do?

Footsteps had begun approaching from behind me, a few voices muttering words over and over again, and some, cackling loudly. I hadn’t cared to move or be alarmed by the sudden intrusion, because I had an inclination who those people were.