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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 0041

RICARDO

"Dance with me."

That was all I could say at that moment when rage had taken over me. If I attempted saying any word other than that, I would've gone mad.

Ginevra was quite the stubborn one and she certainly loved people dying on her account.

But I'd be a fool if I said I was not intimidated by the man she attended this event with. He was unpredictable, his aura one I couldn’t easily decipher. And the manner at which he blended in with the crowd, disappearing like he was never here—there was something about this one.

He wasn't just a random guy and I knew this by the way Ginevra interacted with him.

He meant something more to her.

"I did not open your doors so other people could walk through it." I whispered as my hand snaked Ginevra's waist leading her to dance.

"What fun would it be if it were one person walking through that door," she answered. My jaw involuntarily clenched.

"Mind telling me who that was, Ginevra." I gritted.