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Our King's Deadly Sin

Anastasia Brown. A fierce yet careless young lady. All alone in a world of cruelty. Surrounded by enemies with no one to trust. Ethan Dmitri Petrov. An introverted demon billionaire with a dark past and a wounded soul. Although looking perfect on the outside, it was impossible to weigh the kind of pain Ethan held inside him. Soothed by an imaginary female he began to write letters to 200 years ago, he was able to survive through the world of war and the numerous innocent blood he had shed. Somehow, 200 years later the letters get to Anastasia who seem to not give a care in the world but things start to change the moment Ana becomes moved by the romance and pain passed through words and starts to write back to a man she is not aware of. With another war lurking around, unexpected people plotting deceit and Ethans unacceptable sin of the time he was known as Dmitri, is there a silver lining for them, or is there life meant to be hell on earth? Will Ana be his rescue or would she be his arrest? Excerpt Truthfully he responds. "Money flows with me. Together, we are the root of all evil. You will not do well with a man like me." Her eyes shone when she heard money and her brain began to process 1000 things money would do to her. Leaning forward, she places her left hand on his and softly says. "Then we should get married. You see, marrying the root of all evil has been my lifetime goal." Ethan was left speechless.

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He smirks, a very dirty one that told Ana he was about to get real. His other hand that was around her neck moved immediately to cover her entire left ass. He squeezed the soft globes a little and she squirmed moving her body against his a little. Her voice was low yet enticing and he wanted to hear the rest. She was wearing a soft silky pants and a spaghetti strap top. His gaze moved between the top and her eyes. Remotely asking if he was permitted to take it off. Anas lips were slightly apart.

She was using all she had in her to not rub herself against the man like a dog in heat.

"Please..." she pleads throwing away all the caution that tend to remind her this man is her boss and she should not be with him like this. Who cares when the man himself is shirtless and desperately, clearly wants her. And she, a grown young lady wants him too.