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The Dragon's Cursed Mate

"How can I get rid these feelings? I hate this. I hate that I can't resist you. I hate the fact that I'm obsessed with you. You burn me with the irresistible desire. And now I want you tonight. Under me, moaning my name so I know that you are completely mine." SYNOPSIS: What would you do if your fated mate hates you just because you are human? Edna never knew her family. She was raised by the people who took advantage of her all her life. When she escaped, she stumbled upon the dragon lord who hated humans to the core. Maximilian hated her because she was human, and he hated her more because he couldn't resist her allure... because she was his mate. Her scent made him go crazy. He wanted to ravish her every night. He wanted her to scream his name whenever he pound her senseless. However, he hated the fact that she was human, a cursed one at that. So, he treated her so badly. Edna tried to stay away so she wouldn't get hurt, and Maximilian tried to close his heart from softening up to this lowly human, but no matter how much they tried, their bond kept bringing them back together. Would Edna finally leave him or would Max change and accept their mate bond?

Gigi_Saga · Fantaisie
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The Undeniable Attraction

"Not like that! I will make you scream for real!"

Maximillian placed his hands on either side of Edna's body, tickling the child. Edna burst out laughing, followed by screams for help, so Maximillian would stop doing that.

Maximilian enjoyed Edna's laughter, his body pushing Edna onto the bed. He kept tickling her until the girl cried for mercy.

"No, no! Stop! Sir! Ahahaha I can't do it anymore! Please!"

Maximilian, who was satisfied with torturing Edna, gasped, and so did Edna. He held both of Edna's hands on each side. The girl's eyes were wet with tears due to the torment he gave.

Maximilian's heart was pounding hard at the sight of Edna beneath him. His mouth suddenly went dry, and he finally realized what he was doing.

Maximillian was sober. Hell, he wasn't drunk. But how could he forget himself?

"Sir?" called Edna with a panting breath.

"Edna."