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Our King's Deadly Sin

Anastasia Brown. A fierce yet careless young lady. All alone in a world of cruelty. Surrounded by enemies with no one to trust. Ethan Dmitri Petrov. An introverted demon billionaire with a dark past and a wounded soul. Although looking perfect on the outside, it was impossible to weigh the kind of pain Ethan held inside him. Soothed by an imaginary female he began to write letters to 200 years ago, he was able to survive through the world of war and the numerous innocent blood he had shed. Somehow, 200 years later the letters get to Anastasia who seem to not give a care in the world but things start to change the moment Ana becomes moved by the romance and pain passed through words and starts to write back to a man she is not aware of. With another war lurking around, unexpected people plotting deceit and Ethans unacceptable sin of the time he was known as Dmitri, is there a silver lining for them, or is there life meant to be hell on earth? Will Ana be his rescue or would she be his arrest? Excerpt Truthfully he responds. "Money flows with me. Together, we are the root of all evil. You will not do well with a man like me." Her eyes shone when she heard money and her brain began to process 1000 things money would do to her. Leaning forward, she places her left hand on his and softly says. "Then we should get married. You see, marrying the root of all evil has been my lifetime goal." Ethan was left speechless.

introvertedauthor · Fantasy
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207 Chs

He can't beat Ethans evil ways.

He only paused for few seconds before pulling the bench closer to himslef. He kneelee on it and spread her legs apart.

"Dont be a naughty brat. You don't tell ne what to do with you." He lowered his head but then paused and Anas heart skipped.

Ever since she found out he loved doing this, she had been using a feminine wash for her little woman wanting to impress him.

"This smells fake." He comments with a wrinkled forehead.

She raised her legs and tried to press her tighs together but he parted them. "Wha...what do you mean?"

"It smells like strawberry. That is fake." He gave her clit a lick and she rolled her eyes at the feeling. It was better than she had anticipated. "Doesn't taste like strawberry."

She giggled and place her head back on the table. Their relationship is probably a very weird one. "I have a feminine strawberry scented wash."

"Do you like the wash?"