Adrian Volkov
I knew that getting involved with him was a mistake. A big, dangerous mistake... irresistible. Adrian Volkov was everything I should avoid: a mature man, leader of a cruel gang, owner of a look that seemed to cross my soul and a temper capable of setting fire to any place he went. And yet, I stayed. I stayed even when his jealousy became suffocating. Even when my stubbornness hurt both of them. Even when any fight between us ended with the body glued, the breathing heavy and the bed creaking as if it were a witness to our chaos. No one ever understood what we had. Not even us. A wrong, sick, intense love. A love that consumed, burned, destroyed. But it was ours. And as toxic as it was, neither of them had any intention of running away. Because in the end, the truth was simple: He was my addiction And I was his
About Adrian Volkov
I knew that getting involved with him was a mistake. A big, dangerous mistake... irresistible. Adrian Volkov was everything I should avoid: a mature man, leader of a cruel gang, owner of a look that seemed to cross my soul and a temper capable of setting fire to any place he went. And yet, I stayed. I stayed even when his jealousy became suff...Read more