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The Lord's Desire

He vowed to never touch a woman, to never let any desire rule his logic. For many years, it was easy to remain disciplined. Until she came, the personification of his darkest nightmare. “I thought you didn't like me?” she uttered in silence. He could clearly see in that dimly lit room how her lips curved up. “I don’t,” he replied coldly. “Then why,” she stepped forward. “could you not help to leave when you saw me in the King’s arms?” He fell silent, throwing her a lethal look. “And I’m sure you know what he did is nothing compared to what he can do on our wedding night. Imagine him doing all those things to me—” And he snapped. Towering over her like a predator cornering his prey, he pinned her on the wall at the darkest corner of that room. “You,” he uttered silently as he breathed against her lips. “don’t provoke a creature from hell, Rose.” *** A woman living in her nightmares. Melrose is destined to marry the king. It’s not her choice, but to marry the most powerful man in their kingdom is the best the world could offer a lady who needs a man. Everything is going as planned. Until the king's cousin, Reed Knight, the dark and brooding lord comes into her life unannounced. The man hates her every action, her every word, her every look. How could she not care? But her simple curiosity toward his hostility turns into something else… something too dangerous for their own good. As a woman haunted by her dark past, seeking for light, will she find refuge in the darkness? Cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

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Can't Help

"How's my play?" that was the first thing he asked after the game. His team won.

"Adequate."

"Adequate? That's it? Come on, Elena. I made an extra effort because I know you were watching."

"So in short, you were trying to show off."

He scoffed, wiping the sweat on his forehead and neck. "Well, I admit I did try to show off. But I'm really good at football. You have seen all those girls who cheered for me? And yet you were only sitting calmly looking like you were so bored. You didn't even cheer for me even once."

"And why would I do that? I do understand that we should show to people that we are intimate with each other, but do I have to reach that point? I don't do the cheering thing, mongrel. It is even the first time that I watched a fucking game. Stop asking for more when I'm already at the best of my behavior."

"Fine, fine. That is enough. Let's not argue with things as petty as that."