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The vampire king's captive

He ground down on his molars when his eyes fell to her lips, looking thoroughly pissed for reasons she couldn't possibly fathom. "What are you doing to me?" "What do you mean?" She whispered, her eyes trained on his firm lips. She willed him to kiss her. Willed him so much that if she'd had her powers, he would already be kissing her this very moment. A merciless sorceress… Maria Hatzi, daughter of the ruthless tyrant, Ariti, was a sorceress known far and wide across realms. She was feared just as she was hated—with a passion. Immortals trembled at the mention of her name and warlocks dared not to cross her path. An unforgiving vampire… Bran Karras’ entire household has been wiped out by Maria, and his only sister has now been captured by her. Bran was a lot of things, but a forgiver wasn’t one of them and he had absolutely no intentions of letting Maria go away with what she did to his family. Fuelled by rage, Bran captures the powerful sorceress, holding her prisoner in his dungeon and torturing her to the brink of insanity. Over the course of events, unwanted attraction blossoms between the two and it takes no time for Bran’s feelings of hatred towards her to turn into something more. Something he had no business feeling for the woman that murdered his entire family. Amidst chaos, truths are told and revelations are made. Bran realizes that things with Maria weren’t as they seemed and he discovers that she might not be the villain he had painted her to be.

Anya Ivy · Urbain
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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN Playing with fire

  MARIA

  "What the fuck?"

  More accurate words could not have been uttered in that moment, because seriously, what the fuck?

  Maria wasn't sure what just happened. One moment she'd been running out of the house, her escape plan going surprisingly well without any interruptions, when suddenly, she'd felt arms around her and before she could even process what was happening or found the strength to struggle, she'd found herself being dropped unceremoniously on the floor in the living room.

  Had one of the guards seen her after all?

  She'd looked through the window, searched very well before finally making up her mind to make a run for it when she'd found the grounds empty, without a single guard.

  She hadn't focused on the fact that it was odd that there were no guards; she'd simply taken her chance.