The Last Heiress

The Last Heiress

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"Where do you think you're going?" "I'm leaving obviously" she replied "What makes you think that you can?" he grinned "What are you talking about?" "You're not leaving princess" he smiled. "Nonsense! Back off I'm leaving," she said "hahahahaha" "Why are you laughing?" she frowned "Well, just so you know, hmm, how am I going say this?" he said thinking "Spill it", she replied, tapping her foot. "You just can't leave, I own you" he grinned for the second time "WHAT? nobody owns me! N-ot even you" she hissed "I do princess, I do, he said seductively. His face moved an inch closer to her ear and he whispered. "You're mine, only mine and if you'll try to escape? sure thing" he smiled "I'll kill you"
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"You're a devil," she whispered, her voice raw and filled with a mix of anger and desire. Dimitrio chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, reverberating through her like a bass note in a symphony of seduction. "And aren't you this devil's heaven?," he breathed against her skin, his mouth moving to her neck, his teeth scraping lightly against her flesh. She shivered, her body responding to him. "Monster," she swore at him again, the word a whisper that held no real heat. Her voice was a tremble, a soft protest that was lost in the sea of passion that surrounded them. He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Call me whatever you want, as long as you come screaming my name." His voice was a dark promise, the arrogance in his tone sending a fresh wave of heat through her. *************** Under moon's dark veil, Princess shivers, devil grins. He takes her to wail, Hell turns heaven as night spins. The devil's heart became her throne *************** 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 of 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 When Greek mafia don Dimitrios Valentzas plans on stealing one of the mysterious Emerald in the world, he doesn't expect to take an additional souvenir - Royal Princess Nakshathra Varma. In the course of events he unleashes a deadly game of power, loyalty, and desire. Like Hades claiming Persephone, Dimitrios is drawn to Nakshathra's spirit and light, but will their forbidden love be the key to their salvation or destruction?

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