Target of Her Heart: OrmLing

Target of Her Heart: OrmLing

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WARNING: This story contains mature themes including abuse, violence, torture, sexual content, and vices. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are uncomfortable with such material, please skip this. This content is intended for readers aged 18 and over only. ____ Orm, the infamous sharpshooter-feared and respected in the underworld of contract killers. She never misses. Once her sights are set, it's over in a single shot. Aim. Fire. Gone. Then came Ling-her latest mark. The only target she ever missed... or maybe chose not to hit. The one who shot back-not with bullets, but straight into her heart. In a world built on shadows and secrets, two opposing lives collide. Against all odds, they fall-into danger, into desire, into love.
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In the vibrant streets of Bangkok, two women enter into a dangerous agreement- no promises, no feelings, no strings attached. Lingling has always lived her life by the rules: perfect daughter, perfect image, untouched and untouchable. But when her curiosity pulls her into the orbit of Orm-a reckless, magnetic playgirl with a dangerous charm and something extra between her legs-her world tilts off balance. What begins as a simple arrangement-text me when you're horny-spirals into nights of lust too raw to ignore. Orm pushes Ling past every limit, worships and destroys her in equal measure, until Ling can no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, denial and desire. But behind Orm's smirk and filthy mouth, something darker brews: attachment. Possession. Maybe even love. And as Ling struggles against the truth of her own longing, she's forced to face the one thing scarier than Orm's hands on her body-Orm's hold on her heart. Filthy. Tender. Addictive. This is not a love story. This is the story of how lust turned into something neither of them could escape.

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