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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She looked like an angel, but temptation had sharper edges. Her skin softer than the silk she wore, her body a siren's invitation-she was heaven wrapped in sin. He wasn't supposed to want her again. But rules never mattered when she was in his bed. She was elegance and recklessness. Beauty and bite. And no matter how far they ran from the past, it never stopped chasing them-especially when the chemistry still burns and the damage runs deeper than they're willing to admit. In a world of power, pride, and passion, love was never part of the deal. But obsession? That never really ended.

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