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Dispiteous (archaic, literary) - Not showing mercy or pity.
Synonyms: cruel, merciless, ruthless.
"The man stands up in a second and places me on the table. He is in a rush to remove my dress, leaving only my blood red underwear. He watches me like a hawk, taking in my tattoos, curves and scars. I see a glimpse of concern in his eyes, that are too afraid to meet mine.
"Theo, it's fine." I say softly, bringing his chin up gently. "It's just the past."
Theo finally meets my gaze and I see just what I saw at our fist encounter. A sweet and caring man. But I don't need him right now, I need the demon that he was hiding, the one who tore my dress off just a moment ago.
I grab Theo's throat, my nails marking the soft skin with red color, and force him to kiss me. When I let go to sit down more comfortably on the table, Theo grips my throat and brings me back to his lips. And the demon is back, bitches."
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Verònica Sable, 23 years
Verònica has finally settled in New York after escaping the prison that is her father. She has many names all around the world, but her favorite is the 'Death's Kiss'.
She was born to a cruel Italian mafia leader, The Maestro, and a woman she never met. And now Verònica is set take him down, slowly.
Verònica is deadly dangerous. A perfect killer, without pity, remorse or any emotion. She doesn't care about other people's feelings. She wasn't taught to know what empathy or friendship or love mean. She was never supposed to find out the pleasure and pain of these feelings.
But what happens if someone finally makes her care?
Book #1 in Doberman series
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In the ruins of a fractured world, defiance is a death sentence. Excelling in the fine arts of covert observation, she collects secrets and trades in betrayals. This data broker doesn't believe in fairness or morality. After all, that's the only way to survive - and thrive - in a limited human space, constantly besieged by strange fauna. She's spent a lifetime running from the powers that be and slipping through the cracks. However, a fateful misstep pulls this furtive shadow into the sights of a man set to inherit the hopeless war. His ascent to the throne is paved with the bodies of those who stood against him - and those who didn't. This capricious warlord intends to cut the trespasser's insolence out with a blade. Slowly and carefully - because death would be far too kind. He wants her taught a lesson. Disfigured. Broken. Owned. Yet she vanishes into the overcrowded streets. A hounded prey becomes an umbrage with a vendetta and wages a one-woman war on his reputation. From the darkness, she turns the rising officer's name and affairs into rot. She never lets him forget she's still out there. Watching. The nobleman handles it all without faltering. However, the manhunt gradually twists into a slow, burning obsession. The woman's daring, her rage fascinate him. Consume him. All grudging sentiments warp into respect... and something stronger. When enemies close in on all sides, he calls upon his shadow with an alluring promise of truce. Trust is a knife. And he hands it to her - willingly. Further story is available at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DRSX826G
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