Beauty's deathly allure
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Last published Tue, Sep 2, 2014
I discovered his secret that fateful night. The secret that made him a predator. That made him darken his windows; roam at nights; avoid the sunlight. Gave him inhuman speed; strength; abilities. Lorenzo Marco Moretti makes my heart beat faster. Makes my legs wobble. Makes me want to run away. His ethereal beauty captivates me. I wonder how? By fear, I reason. True, but what about the jealous rage that floods through me every time he brings home a female companion, even if it's to feed? I can't run away, for he won't let me. He has let me live, even after knowing that I found out his secret. He's my tormentor. The man who invades my dream. And yet, I can't help but want him. I'm helpless when it comes to him and his weekly "activities". He watches me. He's waiting for me to give in. I will not though. I will survive. Or will I?
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I was supposed to forget him. Just one night. One stupid, reckless, blazing hot night. I didn't even know his last name... But two months later, I'm pregnant with the heir to one of the most dangerous empires in the world. Damien Moretti is lethal, wealthy, and terrifyingly possessive. I built a life without him, poured everything into my boutique, held my head high, and decided I could do this on my own. Until he walked back into my life like a storm- demanding answers, demanding me. And he's not leaving without a fight. Now I'm stuck between a man who terrifies me and a future I never planned for... Because Damien doesn't just want the baby. He wants everything. My body. My heart. My soul. And once a Moretti claims something... He never lets Go His lips were fire-bruising, demanding, desperate as he pressed me back against the boutique's fitting room mirror. One hand gripped my hip like he owned it. The other slid down, low and reverent, stopping right where our child was growing inside me. "Mine," he growled against my skin, his voice ragged and possessive. "This baby... you... all of it. Mine." I should've pushed him away. But instead, I arched into him as his mouth traveled lower, whispering filthy promises over the swell of my barely-there bump before planting a hot kiss there. "You shouldn't be here," I whispered. He looked up at me with eyes that burned emerald. "Sweetheart... I'm never leaving." Written by:butterfly A stand alone book youtube channel filled with more characters is linked here www.youtube.com/@Butterflydream-m3o
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