path of destruction

path of destruction

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Women are only made for one thing and one thing only. To tarnish and ruin men. We stomp on their egos and feed it to them for breakfast. My mother always said "i was a force to be reckoned with" i mean she wasnt wrong? My first heartbreak was my father leaving me a note saying "you deserve better" blah blah .Some expect to find a princess when slaying the dragon and be rewarded with kisses and devotion. In reality we do the slaying and walk away with forcefulness. My mother put me to sleep every night and said the same phrase over and over "your beauty is your metier , a starving animal will eat anything" never understood what she meant until i had boys lining up at my doorstep. What would she say when she finds out im sleeping with a stronger force to be reckoned with. Miguel ramos keeps me on my toes. Hes handsome and satans heir. He plays with females feelings like the puck he pushes around on the ice. He has a dark side that im too afraid to tamper with. He won't leave me alone. He flashes his pearly white smile and all i wanna do it skin it out of his face . But at the same time i wanna worship the ground he walks on. Miguel ramos could be my downfall and one word runs through my mind "destruction". Im aurora adams and im where men go to cry. My dark side was hidden by loopside smiles. Im sadistic , animalistic and i thrive for control. I was a hurricane. Fucking destroying every girl with the tips of my fingers . Or toungue. I created chaos in my awake and i loved the taste of their fear on my tastebuds. No one could have ever thought id have the girl who fucking drives me to the brink of madness and who makes my thirst for desire more. She pushes me to insanity and how good it would be to pull her down with me. Aurora adams was a forced to reckoned with. Good thing force is my middle name. Im miguel ramos and my favorite taste is the salty tears of someones fear. PLEASE NOTE :this is the second book in the series and can be read as a stand alone!
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Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

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