Prologue of my Dark Romance Novel—Comment down your reviews please

 

Hey all Dark Romance girlies,  we know how much we love it when he says “You’re mine.”

If you are one of us, read ahead and drop your honest, brutal reviews. I am open to anything. Constructive Criticism.

PROLOGUE

VAUGHN

Two months. Sixty fucking days since I infiltrated Natasha Solovey’s circle and wrapped it around my finger.

I am Vaughn Volkov, Pakhan of the Bratva, and she—Natasha—is the daughter of my enemy. 

The Queen of my revenge.

Her name was a secret, buried under layers of security and false identities. It took full reach of my networks just to confirm her existence. Even then, all I had was a name and a location—King’s College. My neighbour college. Her being in the same city as me, barely a mile apart, was a godsend… if I believed in such things.

But I don’t.

I believe in power. 

Absolute, unquestionable, insatiable power. 

And she is the key to it.

The fact that my closest men—Ivan and Andrei—fell for women in her social circle made my job easier. But the rest? That was all me. They don’t see it yet, but tonight, I’ll own everything. Including her.

Natasha Solovey will be bound, helpless in my bed. 

My leverage. 

My pawn. 

Mine.

Still, I can’t trust my men completely. They’re loyal, yes—but they’re also fools in love. Their girlfriends—Anastasia and Irina—are too protective of Natasha. If any of the girls gets wind of my plan, they’ll turn this into a disaster. So if I have to take matters into my own hands, be it.

And right now, as Natasha sits on the floor between my legs, I know exactly how this night will end.

She’s a foot shorter than me, cross-legged in front of the sofa, completely unaware that she’s already lost. Silver hair with lilac edges spilling over her shoulders. A short denim skirt teasing bare thighs. A sheer black blouse doing a poor fucking job of hiding the hard peaks of her nipples beneath.

A vision. A distraction. A pawn.

Mine.

I lower the temperature in the room, watching how her body reacts—how goosebumps chase up her arms, how her chest rises and falls faster. Of course I had studied the way she breathed.

My prey, unaware of the predator closing in.

Ivan coughs, breaking my focus. “Anastasia, let’s take a walk.”

She narrows her eyes. “Now?”

“Come on. Entertain me.”

She sighs. “Fine. But only because you have leverage on me.”

Leverage. What a beautiful thing.

Ivan and Anastasia leave, and one by one, my men find excuses to take their girls away. Planned exits. Careful distractions. And just like that…

Natasha and I are alone.

“So, I guess it’s us again.” She smirks, smacking her lips. “God, they act like lovesick puppies sometimes.”

She has no idea she’s walking into a trap.

I lean forward, forearms resting on my knees, watching her. From this angle, she’s perfectly positioned—right between my thighs. A single movement, and I could have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.

Fucking hell. 

Get a grip.

I force my expression blank as she nudges my knee. “Vaughn? You there?”

Yes. And I’m done waiting.

My hand flies to the back of her neck, gripping tight. Her eyes go wide as I pull her onto my lap. A sharp gasp, her body jerking—but she recovers too fucking fast for an untrained girl.

Because she isn’t untrained.

Her legs lock around my torso, and suddenly, the cold press of a silver-embellished blade rests against my throat.

What the fuck?

Her lips brush my ear, her breath a teasing whisper. “I was waiting for the real Vaughn Volkov to show himself.”

The real me?

She leans in, just enough for her teeth to graze my earlobe. My cock fucking twitches.

“One thing I’ve learned, growing up in a mafia family…” she muses, tilting the blade closer. A single drop of blood slides down my throat. “Never trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

My smirk is slow, lazy. “You knew.”

Her eyes gleam. “Of course.”

Interesting.

The plan is falling apart. But instead of frustration, all I feel is…
Excitement.

I was right about her. She’s not just a pawn.

She’s a queen.

My queen.

But here’s the thing. I can’t let her be the reason of my downfall.

My hands slide down to her hips, yanking her harder against me. She gasps—and the sound ruins me. A sharp inhale, a choked whimper. My name, barely whispered.

Vaughn.

A fucking prayer on her lips.

She feels it too.

“Why the act?” I murmur.

Her smirk deepens. “I enjoy seeing your loser face, Pakhan.”

Feisty little thing.

I grip her throat, tightening just enough for her breath to hitch. “Don’t fuck with me, Natasha.”

But the blade at my neck doesn’t waver.

She wants me to bleed.

Her father’s daughter. Through and through.

I exhale, pressing our bodies closer. My lips brush her jaw, then her mouth, just barely. A flicker of hesitation in her eyes, and I know—I own her just as much as she owns me.

And that changes everything.

She can fight. She can claw. But she is mine.

And I will break her.

Her knife digs deeper into my skin. A silent declaration of war. But she doesn’t pull away.

She doesn’t fucking move.

Checkmate.

Her voice is a whisper against my lips. “What do you want, Vaughn?”

“You.”

Her body stiffens. “Why?”

I grip her waist, grinding her against the hard length of my cock. Her moan shatters against my throat.

“Because,” I murmur, dragging my lips to her ear, “I get what I want. And Natasha…” My fingers tangle in her hair, tilting her head back, forcing her to look at me. “You are my fucking property.”

She shudders. I feel it, all the way to my bones.

“I will break you,” I vow, nipping her lower lip. “I will destroy any path your pretty little mind thinks of escaping me. Until you accept that you now belong to me. Only me.”

I slide my fingers between her thighs. She’s soaked.

A growl rumbles in my chest. “You’re already mine, aren’t you, solnyshka ?”

She gasps. The knife drops.

My victory.

I lift her into my arms, her lips against my throat, her body wrecked against mine. And as I carry her out of the room, those puffy lips still wet with my blood, only one thought remains.

She’s coming with me.

She’s only mine.