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Heart of Darkness

He put one hand on the door beside her head before leaning forward. What was he doing? Trying to intimidate her again? “Truth is…” He began to speak in a low voice and she strained her ears but all she could hear was her heartbeat. “I hate when you touch me because I like it so much.” Her eyes widened in surprise and he leaned even closer before continuing to speak. “I also hate the way you smell…” she could hear him inhale her scent “You smell delicious. And I hate your hair because it’s tempting. I want to run my fingers through it, pull it gently while I taste your lips and bite your neck.” Angelica suddenly felt like there was no air left in the room. “Your touch makes me unable to resist doing those things and all the other things I want to do to you.” “Oth...other things.” She breathed not realizing she was thinking loudly. One side of his lips curved into a smile. “Imagine all the things a man would want to do to you. I want to do those things and much more.” He leaned closer bringing his lips next to her ear. “Because I am no man. I am a beast. A hungry one. So unless you want me to bite you, refrain from touching me.” **************** A woman alone in a man’s world. In a time and place where it’s difficult for a woman to live alone, protect and provide for herself, Angelica must find a provider and a protector after her father is accused of being a traitor and executed by the king. Now known as a traitor's daughter, she must survive in a cruel world ruled by men, and in order to do so she ends up seeking protection in a man feared by everyone. A man with many scars. Both physically and mentally. A man punished for his pride. Rayven is a man with many scars. They cover his face and punish his soul. He can never show himself without people recoiling at the sight of him. Except for one woman who willingly comes knocking on his door. Is she an additional punishment sent to him, or will she be his salvation?

JasmineJosef · Fantasy
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277 Chs

Troublemaker

Roxana couldn't resist the pull of those dark midnight eyes. She didn't know if it was him or her leaning closer. A small voice in the back of her mind resisted but it wasn't strong enough to make her stop. She had dreamed of what it would feel like to have him kiss her but nothing could prepare her for such a kiss. With a touch of his lips, he stole her breath away. 

His lips felt like everything she had imagined and much more. Softer than feathers, sweeter than delicacies, and hotter than flames. His mouth was addictive and demanding, sending a tremor of heat to her core. She leaned into him and his hand slid to the back of her head, pulling her closer, pressing his lips harder against hers. Her hold on his shirt tightened at the tug of his lips which made her legs weak and wobbly. 

No, she thought weakly. She was a man to him. He thought he was kissing a man. She couldn't do this to him.