TheSeraphineHart
Two rival bloodlines. One forbidden love.
Born into violence, raised to rule-Olivia Sanchez and Enzo Cassano were never meant to fall for each other. But love doesn't follow the rules of legacy.
Amid secrets, shifting power, and a world built on loyalty and betrayal, they risk it all for something neither family ever allowed: peace... and passion.
But every crown comes with a cost.
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*A LITTLE SNIPPET FROM THE FURTHER CHAPTER*
The city pulsed beneath us like a living thing-neon veins pumping light through concrete arteries, the bassline thrumming through the soles of my shoes. But all I could see was Her.
Olivia moved like sin given form under the strobe lights, her body swaying to a rhythm only we knew. The electric glow painted her skin in violent hues-hot pink across her collarbones, liquid blue along the curve of her throat. I spun her hard, my palm splayed against the small of her back, and then-
Laughter.
Raw. Unfiltered. The kind that punched out of her like she'd forgotten how to hold it back. It hit me square in the chest, that sound. I'd heard her snarl, watched her kill, and tasted her moans-but this? This was new. This was dangerous.
"If my father saw me with you,"* she gasped, her breath warm against my jaw, "he'd slit your throat."
I dragged her flush against me, our hips locking, her pulse jumping where my mouth brushed her ear. "Then make this dance worth dying for."
And Christ, she did.
Every roll of her hips was a provocation. Every shared breath between lyrics is a stolen moment. The way she looked at me-like she wanted to devour me alive-it was better than any bullet, any blade.