Ruthless Hearts

A Dark Mafia Romance

De: Elara DeLuca

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

I shouldn’t still want him.

Not after the lies, the half-truths, the nights I lay awake wondering who he was when he wasn’t touching me.

But my body remembers him even when my heart tries to forget—his hands, his mouth, the way he’d look at me like he was starving and I was the only thing he wanted to taste.

He was danger wrapped in tenderness, heat wrapped in silence, a man who kissed like he owned me and kept secrets like he didn’t deserve me.

And maybe he didn’t.

But that never stopped me from melting every time he whispered my name against my skin.

I walked away because loving him felt like setting myself on fire.

But even now, with the door closed and the suitcase packed, I can still feel him everywhere—his breath on my neck, his hands gripping my hips, the kind of need that leaves a mark long after the man is gone.

I shouldn’t crave him.

I shouldn’t ache for the truth he never gave me.

But I do.

Because no matter how far I run, a part of me is still pressed against his chest, moaning his name, pretending the darkness between us could ever be enough to keep us whole.

And the worst part?
If he reached for me one more time… I don’t know if I’d stop him.