His Unexpected: A Demon Romance (COMPLETE)

His Unexpected: A Demon Romance (COMPLETE)

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"Why have you been avoiding me?" I asked breathlessly. Ash lifted his free hand to his mouth and ripped the glove from it with his teeth, before placing his warm palm to my exposed back and pulling me flush against him. My fingertips flitted over his chest to lightly brush the exposed skin near his collar, and he hummed in approval. "Because," Ash said, leaning in to brush his nose and lips across my cheek. "You look devastatingly beautiful in red, and I promised I wouldn't push you." My eyelids fluttered shut as he spoke, and a tremble rattled through my limbs. "Ash, please," I exhaled, the draw I felt to him undeniable as we stood chest to chest, and I felt his lips brush over mine once. A kiss as soft as butterfly wings, but enough to make me burn. "Tell me to stop, Blaise," he rasped as he held himself a hair's distance away. "I don't want you to." --- Blaise Aoide didn't think demons were real, and she certainly didn't expect them to run the world's underground crime syndicate, the Decagon. But when her father trades her to notorious billionaire and supermodel, Ash Augustine, for a seat at the table, she discovers that beneath the world she knew lies the paranormal, and that she herself might be more than human. Ash Augustine isn't just one of the richest, most powerful men on the planet. Beneath his model exterior lies a secret-- a dark secret that's kept his family brewery thriving for centuries. But both he and the beast sharing his soul find themselves thrown off balance when a lowly mob boss presents his unruly daughter as the token in a trade. Now, Ash must face not only the woman living in his home, but the implications of falling in love with a mortal while sharing a body with the damned. --- COMPLETE plus bonus chapters of the next books.
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She hated him the moment he walked into her life...uninvited, cold, and way too handsome for her own safety. He claimed her like a storm claims the sea. Not gently. Not softly. But with force that made her knees tremble. "You can't force me to be your wife," she snapped, lips red with rage. "Then run," Leon said, stepping closer, voice like warm danger, "but I'll still own your shadow." Stark Aaira was born into luxury, used to glitter and games. She partied too late, kissed too carelessly, and trusted no one. Especially not men who wore suits like armor and looked at her like sin. Leon Scott Kennedy wasn't just a man. He was the man...the devil the mafia feared. Cold. Sharp. Broken in places no one dared to touch. And now, he owned her for 365 days. At first, all they did was argue. Her rebellion was loud, stubborn, messy. His silence was deadlier than a bullet. But then came a night when she kissed him first...out of fury, out of confusion. And he kissed back like she was the only thing worth ruining. Their kisses were fire. Their fights were foreplay. And their nights? A mess of tangled sheets, bruised lips, whispered names. He never kissed her soft, and she never let him win easy. But in between the rough hands and locked gazes, there were moments... Moments when he tucked her hair behind her ear and didn't say a word. Moments when she touched his scars and didn't ask where they came from. "You confuse me," she whispered one night, bare skin to bare skin. "Good," he said, brushing his thumb along her jaw. "I hope I burn you alive." Every night, he sat in the dark with one song on repeat, his head bowed, cigarette untouched in his hand: 🎵"I've been through hell And I don't wanna go back You say you love me But what kind of love is that?" It was more than music. It was his confession. And maybe, Somewhere between rebellion and ruin, they begin to fall... Not fast. Not clean. But real.

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