ISLE OF THE DARK

He crashed his lips on hers . Rough yet soft . It wasn't enough to calm his demons. He wanted more . His hand found its way to the brim of her top , slid his hand in . He licked her lips , putting more of his weight on her . Her name never leaving his lips .

"Lilly"
"What?"
"I want you. I want to touch you so fucking bad. I want you to be mine and only mine. I don't share, not when it's about you . Call me selfish, I don't care."

Hate is funny. Love isn't. Love can KILL you. Hate can keep you alive.

A book of love , lust and betrayal. From enemies to lovers.
When love and duty crosses path , will they be able to withstand the storm brewing underneath and walk out of it ALIVE?