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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

Not yet done

"Why would I be jealous? He is just a lowly being whose neck I can easily snap," Alec said darkly.

His eyes dropped to her lips, stayed there for a moment before traveling down her neck where he could hear her warm blood pulsating, then it dropped to her chest, lingering on her breasts that were pushed together by the bodice of her dress. 

Slowly, he lifted his stare, and by the time their gazes met again, Lauren shivered at the raw emotion in his eyes. She saw a mix of bloodlust, vengeful rage, and feral desire that promised her a sweet torture in his arms.

He brought his fingers to her delicate neck and provocatively caressed the spot where the pulsating came from with his thumb, making Lauren grip the side of her dress.

"You can't drink from me yet. You can only take blood from me once a week and your last drink was six days ago. You fall one day short," she said.