Defiant Queen
"I love it when you say my name, printsessa," He hums, "How long has it been? Two-"
"Three years." I snap unintentionally wishing I could take the words back.
A sly grin slowly spreads across his angelic-looking face, "You've been counting." He states in a cocky tone.
I place my hands flat on his chest, and I shove him away. "Still a cocky son of a bitch I see." I hiss, hating the way he makes my body burn with fever.
Slowly panting through my parted lips, I realise that he is shirtless, his gold skin and sinuous muscle put on full display for my eyes to feast upon. His eyes look darker than I remember, smouldering with carnal intent.
The perfect curve of his lips etches with cruelty. He's so hot with lust and anger that it should be a crime. He's sin in human form and he makes me want to be a sinner.
"And you're still a stuck-up printsessa holding a grudge." He snarls, throwing his hands in the air
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Today was meant to be one of the happiest days of my life. Today, I was turning twenty-one and everyone whom I love dearly has shown up to celebrate it with me. Including the one man in my life who should be off-limits; forbidden.
Things quickly turn sour, the air smells of death, gun powder, and vengeance.
CAUSING my heart to still with fear, loss, and panic. When I realise the one man I vowed to hate forever, is the one person I can rely on to keep me safe...
I must build a wall around my heart, and pray like fuck, that he doesn't break through it.
My name is Zeynep Volkov, and this is my story about survival, love and deception.
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