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"I'll be your ruin"
His breath was hot against her neck, a low groan dragged from his chest as though he couldn't drink her in fast enough.
Sheets tangled around their bodies, the heavy scent of desire clung inside the room like a drug.
His hands, which had once signed the deed that ruined her, now trembled against her bare skin as if she was something fragile.
She allowed him to worship her. She let him believe he had control over her.
Her fingers slid against the hard lines of his back, her nails grazed lightly as he pressed deeper into her n.a.k.e.dness.
His lips traced the delicate path across her throat, and she arched, sighing sweetly whilst perfectly playing the part of a woman consumed by him.
She masked her hatred through pleasured moans, because every kiss he laid upon her body,every desperate touch and thrust of desire ,drew him closer to his destruction.
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Vince Donovan.
He went by many names,many titles, but one, stuck with him the most.
The devil.
One look from him could end lives, businesses and families. He was dangerous, devious, and cold. People bowed their heads to him, even elites danced to his tone. What happens when he meets a woman able to bring him to his knees.
Tiana Solche. A girl who had barely a year left to live. She'd lost everything in her life when a private company demolished her family's small home a year ago to build a factory, destroying everything they owned with no compensation.
The loss had driven her father into a state of shock and he'd gotten a heart attack which killed him. Her mother, unable to bear the loss, had also passed away shortly after.
Now, after loosing soo much, she was about to loose her own life as well to an incurable disease that gave her only nine months to live.
What happens when she finds herself in the bed of the man who caused her ruin.
Will her hatred and thirst for vengeance be enough for her to bring his downfall, or will she fall in her own trap.