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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?

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Mate or Meat (part 1)

Roxana walked into the room where the aroma of food reached her nostrils. Ahead of her, she could only see Alexander's arm only as he sat on the armchair that faced away. In front of him at the table, many dishes were served. 

She walked over and as she came into sight his eyes ravenous gaze fell on her. She could feel the intensity in them as she went to sit down on the sofa to his right before looking at him. He wore a silky black robe that covered his knees and was loose enough to show the middle of his sculpted chest. 

Her gaze traveled up his neck, past his inviting lips, and to his eyes.

His eyes. They were certainly different. They made her shudder inside. There was no subtly in them. Just a raw need. He looked at her as if she was fresh meat and he was a lion. 

"You should eat before it gets cold," he told her. His voice was calm, unlike his eyes.