The Tyrant

The Tyrant

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This novel is only for mature Audiences, 18+ older. "Does it feel the same?" his voice was low, husky even as she felt his hands slid up her legs. Started from the feet, a finger curving inside the side of her calf, behind her knees making her buckle and up towards an area not many had touched before. "Answer me," How did he keep his voice stable, so commanding, she shivered trying to gather her voice. She opened her eyes, her fist mistake. His grey ones stared right at her, into her, her soul as she opened her mouth a soft gasp, "N-no," she whispered. That was all he needed to brush the petticoats aside and slip a finger into her folds, not her gown folds, her other folds. * He was never gentle, but he was with her. Eva was a gentle creature, what, she thought was love turned out only to be anything but that. Betrayed she ran from her humiliation. Kane had a reputation that shouldn't be messed with, when it is messed, but when an afraid young woman lands on his doorstep, he didn't have much option but to let the human in him to help her.
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WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES "You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

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