The Secret Sin

The Secret Sin

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing6h 13m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 14, 2022
"Does it feel good?" he asks and I nod "good girl" he then stops and without a warning he thrusts a finger inside me. I let out a whimper and its replaced with pleasure I moan quietly as he then inserts another finger into me thrusting in and out I move my body to match his movements I knew that what I was doing was wrong but I couldn't help myself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A normal day for Skylar Rown with the past few months of money problems everyone get's a letter. Giving the description that a mascaraed will be thrown to celebrate the prince's birthday with Skylar only just able to scrape enough money for a simple dress and mask Skylar is finally ready. The night of the mascaraed arrives, during the night the music has stopped, and everyone's attention turns to see the prince. After a few minutes, the music resume's and everyone sits to watch dances and possibly get greeted by the prince. 'He won't notice me' Skylar thinks to herself a few glances at the prince a few thoughts until the unexpected happened... her life is spun around one mistake made equals to many problems and many problems equals to pain and despair heart breaks made lie's exposed truths told does any contact with the prince create problems? Solve them? Or makes them worse?
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I lift my hand, holding my pistol to his chest, hovering over his heart. He stares at me, emotions spilling out of him. Emotions I can't decipher. He leans closer, the tip of the barrel pressing into his skin, just above his heart. "Do it," he whispers, inches from my face. I hold his gaze, while his hands snake under my shirt, grazing my skin. "I dare you," he lowers his voice, so gently, "Shoot me." My finger curls around the trigger, an inch from pulling it. I glare into his eyes, "You're a fucking monster," I whisper. He nods, "I know." "You kill without remorse," I spit. "I know." "I hate you," My finger screams at me to pull the trigger. "I know." "I'm disgusted by you." "I know," he inhales, letting his forehead rest against mine. His gaze falls to my lips, "If you want me dead, then kill me, pull the trigger." - It's no longer a question. My morals are gone, leaving nothing but a monstrous killing machine. Any hope for some sort of sympathy, some regard for life is nonexistent. I want death. I want to be the bringer of death, and the essence of slaughter. - Rhea Windsor, the newest ruler of Ovantasa after her parents- the former king and queen were assassinated. Her mind is in the pits of despair guided by vengeance, leaving nothing but a body of handcrafted slaughter and within that madness, she comes across a man made for killing. The ruthless killer known as Elijah Anton, who forces her to turn her back on her morals and grip on sanity. What happens when she realizes she wasn't as innocent as she thought and teeters on a heart of purity and blinding hate? When perfect becomes unattainable and her flaws take its place? - [𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆] THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME GRAPHIC CONTENT AND IS NOT MADE FOR A LIGHT READ - *COMPLETE & FULLY EDITED*

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