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Mated to the Mad Lord

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector comes to carve a payment from her body, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain permits only male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything is going according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold and unwavering authority, starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison of its own as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath cold allure lies a darkness Violet can’t ignore, a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'

Colorful_madness · Fantasía
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Rough Dinner

It was about four hours later that Fiona was finally able to calm down as she stared at her hand where she had sliced herself when smashing the glass cups, but which had completely healed, leaving bloodstains on the counter and on the floor.

She was calm, staring into thin air, but she was still incensed as she got up and entered the bathroom, sinking into the tub after filling it. She had heard the sounds, and the thought that Cain was fucking someone haunted her beyond words.

Every imagined detail gnawed at her soul, each moment replaying in her mind with cruel vividness. Time seemed to stretch unbearably as she stared blankly at the bathroom walls.Eventually, her composure crumbled, and tears began streaming down her face. Silent sobs wracked her body as she finally released the emotions she'd been holding back. Once her tears dried, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself with brisk efficiency, and walked toward her meticulously arranged wardrobe.
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