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Kissing Hellfire: Marry Me, Evil Lord

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

macy_mori · Fantasie
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East valley village

"Male entertainer?" Alec's cold gaze dropped to Lauren, the way his eyebrow raised demanded her answer.

"He is a musician," Lauren put it in a nicer way because the way he spoke the words was like he was spitting some filth. It wasn't new how most people looked down on those who worked in brothels but David was a decent man.

"A musician in a brothel is a male entertainer, dear wife." How he called her 'dear wife' didn't sound sweet to both women's ears, rather it sounded like a threat.

"He is a friend," Lauren said, noticing the malicious glint in Alec's eyes. "He doesn't do a living by selling his body. He plays music," she clarified because with the look he was giving her, she knew he was quick to judge their relationship.