I lift my hand, holding my pistol to his chest, hovering over his heart. He stares at me, emotions spilling out of him.
Emotions I can't decipher.
He leans closer, the tip of the barrel pressing into his skin, just above his heart. "Do it," he whispers, inches from my face.
I hold his gaze, while his hands snake under my shirt, grazing my skin.
"I dare you," he lowers his voice, so gently, "Shoot me."
My finger curls around the trigger, an inch from pulling it. I glare into his eyes, "You're a fucking monster," I whisper.
He nods, "I know."
"You kill without remorse," I spit.
"I know."
"I hate you," My finger screams at me to pull the trigger.
"I know."
"I'm disgusted by you."
"I know," he inhales, letting his forehead rest against mine.
His gaze falls to my lips, "If you want me dead, then kill me, pull the trigger."
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It's no longer a question. My morals are gone, leaving nothing but a monstrous killing machine.
Any hope for some sort of sympathy, some regard for life is nonexistent.
I want death.
I want to be the bringer of death, and the essence of slaughter.
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Rhea Windsor, the newest ruler of Ovantasa after her parents- the former king and queen were assassinated. Her mind is in the pits of despair guided by vengeance, leaving nothing but a body of handcrafted slaughter and within that madness, she comes across a man made for killing.
The ruthless killer known as Elijah Anton, who forces her to turn her back on her morals and grip on sanity.
What happens when she realizes she wasn't as innocent as she thought and teeters on a heart of purity and blinding hate?
When perfect becomes unattainable and her flaws take its place?
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[𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆]
THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME GRAPHIC CONTENT AND IS NOT MADE FOR A LIGHT READ
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*COMPLETE & FULLY EDITED*
"Mine." His low growl of possession took my heart and the fate of my panties. They were soaked through with arousal. Damn it. I stroked his face as he sniffed the air. I prayed he couldn't smell my body's reaction to his. His hand slipped from my waist and traveled to the rip in my dress. "I can smell how much your body craves mine." My breath catches as his hand finds it home at the front of my panties.
"Why don't you just submit yourself to me? Accept that you are mine and mine alone?" His hand was traveling lower, and he found my clit rubbing it through my underwear. I couldn't help but lean my head back and moan out at his skillful administration on my pussy."Moan, my name, my innocent mate. Tell everyone who is making you feel this pleasure."He had ripped my underwear off me and threw them across to hit another tree. He propped me up against the tree, causing me to hold onto his shoulders for support as his fingers took advantage of my spread legs, my dress completely exposing my pussy to him."Absolutely Ravishing."
One of his thick fingers pumped its way into my hole, causing me to moan loudly into his ear. "Seth."
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Seth Knight was not one for romance; everyone at Quillwood High School knew that. If you were a girl, you were in danger of being his next distraction. He would fuck a girl, the girl would fall in love, and he would leave. It was what had always happened. But there was a time before he had become a player. His old best friend, Belle Rivers, the innocent, sweet girl he had known since birth, kept the darkness at bay. Their mothers had been best friends since high school and conceived only months apart. They were destined to be. He was her protector, and she had kept him good, but when his dad died, the darkness crept into his heart, and the only one who could save him was forced to leave him.
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(Mature scenes 18 +) {Highest rating # 29 in bestfriends ;) }