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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.

introvertedauthor · Fantasia
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207 Chs

We are working on pleasuring you

We are working on pleasuring you

It was not that Ana wasn't up for kinky stuff. She was up for more than kinky stuff. But sitting on his face, she didnt think she was ready to bare herself to someone like that. 

He laid on the bed turns his head to look at her. A brow raised, he urged her with his eyes. 

"I...I don't think so." She mutters pressing her legs together. "I don't want to sit on your face." 

Ethan sits at upright, a concerned expression in his eyes. He pulls her closer and cudldes her into his arms. "Why?" 

"I am not that confident. What if I press..." she swallowed hard not willing to believe they had gone this far in a matter of few days. "What if I press myself against you really hard and you choke and die?" 

He kept quiet for some seconds before bursting into laughter. "God Ana...what sort of thinking do you sometimes have. You can't do that and I can't die." 

"What if..what if I don't know how to do it?"