A Taste of Fire

A Taste of Fire

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I am broken beyond repair. I'm not looking for salvation. I'm not searching for redemption. All I wanted was to protect the one good person who made my life worth breathing. But I failed him. My younger brother. Now I'm fueled by rage and whiskey, ready to drag the Devil's empire into the flames with me - even if it kills me. Then I meet her. Her eyes are a graveyard. Her smile is a blade. The way she moves makes me think about sin when I should be thinking about survival. She's lost someone too, and the fury in her bones matches mine. I'm no savior. She doesn't need a hero. What we want is vengeance - messy, merciless, and absolute. We're not just going to ruin the Devil's empire. We're going to burn every masked bastard in it. We have nothing left to lose. Except maybe each other. This book contains dark content, including morally gray main characters who play by their own rules. It features intense themes, dark romance tropes, and sensitive subject matter. Reader discretion is advised.
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

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