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338 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 3, 2021
“I shall have what is rightfully mine. No more, no less.”
“And what…what do you believe is rightfully yours?”
He grinned. She could feel his hot breath wash against her cheek.
“Everything under the sun and moon, on Earth and Tir n’Aill, little witch. Everything. Including you.”
One of his wings was wrapped around her, as if he were trying to protect her from the world. Even though he was to blame. He stroked her hair, frown still etched onto his sharp features. “I was only playing.”
“Then here is my price. This is what I ask for in exchange—stop crying.”
“What?” She blinked.
“I dislike your tears.” He lifted his hand to run a knuckle over her other cheek.
2.6✨
started off really promising 🥲
He smiled, an expression that would have been dazzling if not for its cruelty. “Here are your choices. I will fuck you raw, little witch, right in front of all the villagers who hate you. I will do so as a big, slobbering, disgusting, stinking pig. I’ll break you into a mare who can’t even breed. I’ll even make you beg for more before we’re done.” He tilted her head back as he zeroed the distance between them. His body pressed to hers, and she gasped at the warmth of him.
He smelled like winter, crisp and sharp. Or like the breeze that drifted in from ocean cliffs. No, he carried the scent of the night itself. Of grass, and trees, and darkness.
“Or…” A twist to his lips told her precisely which was the option he preferred the most. “You tell me your deepest wish.”
valroy was a menace and the heroine pretty… strong but powerless against him?
’Perfect, perfect, perfect!
Valroy fisted Abigail’s hair in his hand and dragged her from the wall. She shrieked, swatting at his hand, but he cared not. She was a waif, a little imp of a thing, and he had fought the most powerful warriors that the Isle had to offer.
But she was perfect.
Witty enough to keep him entertained, stupid enough to challenge him, fiery enough to fight back, but smart enough to know when to cower in fear. For his needs—of which he now had a few more upon meeting her—she would do quite nicely.’
by the end it was okay, valroy and his games. the couple, nothing outta ordinary