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Kissing Hellfire: Marry Me, Evil Lord

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

macy_mori · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
259 Chs

His Sweet Tongue

"Cutting your radial artery is dangerous, you foolish lady. If you were a simple human, you could have died in just a matter of minutes," Alec said, checking the wound in Lauren's wrist.

"I didn't cut it completely. I haven't gone insane."

From a third person's point of view, it was a rare sight to have the warlord taking care of someone else. Even Lauren was taken aback by Alec's treatment. But at the back of her mind, she knew he was only doing it because aside from being quite useful and entertaining, for him she was a delightful meal he wanted to consume little by little.

Without a warning, Alec brought her wrist to his lips and traced the wound with his hot tongue, leaving no room for a drop of blood to go to waste. Lauren, who didn't allow any man to do such an act before, felt the heat rise to her cheeks with the way his provocative tongue was licking her skin as if her blood was his salvation.

"Stop."