A Pirate's Kiss

A Pirate's Kiss

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After her parents were held captives by some unknown people, Kiara Armani was left with only two things...his father's box, and the will/determination to find them. But she doesn't know where to start. Not until she decided to open up the box. Kiara enters a new world by the things she found inside his father's box-bottle with a black floating smoke, a book without anything on it, a mystical picture, a booklet which looks like a guide and a map. She discovered that she was the destined descendant of a great powerful lady pirate and that she needs to find her crew as soon as possible so she can save her parents and end the life of those pirates who plans to take over the world.
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"Look at me," he demanded, his voice rough as he pressed her against the clinic wall, his fingers tracing the fresh stitches on her skin. "Tell me to stop." Her breath hitched, the scent of antiseptic and his cologne dizzying. "Make me," Ishika challenged, her lips brushing his jaw-a taunt, a dare. Ayaan's restraint snapped. His mouth crashed against hers, not gentle, not careful-a claiming. The taste of copper and whiskey flooded her senses as she bit his lip, drawing blood. He groaned, his hands sliding down to grip her waist, anchoring her to him like she was the only thing keeping him from drowning. "You ruin me," he growled against her mouth. Ishika laughed, dark and breathless. "Good." Because in their world, love wasn't soft. It was knives and teeth and scars-and she'd carve her name into his soul before she ever let him go.

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