IN HELL WITH YOU
MATURE CONTENT: This book is strictly R18+
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Excerpt:
Before I could turn toward him, the ground vanished beneath my feet. Again, a startled gasp tore from my throat as he lifted me with sudden force, and in the next breath, my legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands firm on my ass like I paid him to own it too.
Before words could leave my mouth he kissed me deliberately. Like he needed to stir the moment. Stir something in me.
My pupils flared at the shock of his movement, my heart pounding so violently it felt as though it might break free from my chest.
"I wouldn't mind helping you strip if you aren't going to do it yourself?" His voice dripped demand that felt more like a command instead of a request.
Too much of an aura for a one-night stand who I never knew was the husband I feared.
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How will you feel when you wake up only to discover you had been set up for an arranged marriage with a man whose stories about him made ears that heard it tingle?
Afraid, devastated, angry, right?
Then what will be your reaction when you find out that a one-night stand whom you had paid to stir a scandal and stop the marriage turned out to be the arranged husband you're running away from?
Now I believe words can't describe your feelings. However, that was my story.
He wanted me, made rules for me. Made me fight to know who he was and now even my restraint can't subdue him rather he consumed every bit of me.
What will become my fate when I find out what made me afraid of him, afraid of the city was actually who I was?
อ่าน
Chapter: The ScandalMy eyes snapped open.My head jerked to the side, breath catching as his sleeping face flashed before my eyes. Close. Devastatingly close.He lay beside me, utterly unguarded, lashes resting against his cheek, chest rising in a slow, steady rhythm that mocked the chaos pounding inside of me.My heartbeat did not slow, it pounded as if it wanted to flee before I did.I had to put up a strenuous fight to regain myself before my eyes glanced down, the duvet was the only thing covering me. Beneath it...nothing. Bare. Exposed.I had only planned to have a minute staged sex with him, something quick and forgettable, yet hours had slipped through my fingers drowned in his reverie.What madness had possessed me to let this man unravel me this thoroughly? To let him draw such pleasure from me. To give back without restraint.Stupid. So incredibly stupid of me.I needed to leave now. I have already gotten what I wanted. There was no need to linger around or regret it later.Carefully, I slid ou
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Chapter: One Night-StandOwens Vitmoz noticed her step into the room. For a moment he didn't look at her, a smirk playing on his lips. And when she demanded to see his face he finally turned to give her what she asked for. As his gaze met hers, he wasn't surprised Elowen didn't tremble at his sight. The face she knew about his arranged husband was not the one she was seeing right now. He had removed the fake skin mask that had believable human skin and scars on it as if it were his own flesh. He held her eyes for a while drinking in her features. She was sweetly beautiful in a way that felt effortless. Her brown-golden hair caught the light, soft and radiant, framing a face kissed by gentleness. Even as she was struggling to appear strong, her rosy lips and soft brown eyes didn't hide the deep calmness, making her gaze both comforting and quietly captivating. She wore a pretty little dress that suited her perfectly. It clung just enough to hint at her shape while remaining modest, the kind of dress that m
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Chapter: Plan BElowen (First POV) For the third time, he rejected the billion-dollar compensation offered to him. Who the hell does he think he is?! I stared at the document crumbling at the intensity of my grip on it, a bitter laugh escaped my lips at my own question. Of course, I know who he was. He was a man full of himself.... A man whose name made any ear that heard it tingle. Someone I had never seen his face before yet stuck in an arranged marriage with him. A man whom I relied on stories told about him, stories that brought creeping fears to me since the day my father told me I would get married to him. He never showed his face to the public, his face was always hidden behind a mask that shielded a little of his daunting scars. Living in a secreted mansion and doing deeds that up till now seemed mysterious to the people. Those who had seen his face, the story was never a pleasant one to tell. Owens Vitmoz. The name alone brought crawling irritation to my skin. Despite the scarr
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Chapter: Owen VitmozAt Haven hotel, room 1001.The door creaked open.Owen's gaze swiftly shifted away from the space, resting on a man stepping into the room. He kept his eyes on him, watching as he shrugged off his jacket, tossed it onto the bed, and headed for the bathroom.Halfway there, something, perhaps instinct made him pause. He turned, his eyes now locking onto his figure seated calmly by the open window, half-draped in darkness, watching him. He froze, nearly jumping out of his own skin. Immediately, he rushed backwards, fumbling until his hands grasped the door handle. His eyes widened in terror as he pointed at Owen with trembling fingers. "Who are you?" He questioned. In panic, he fished his phone from his pocket, frantically scrolling through his messages to make sure he was in the right room. Seeing the room number as the one in the message, he glared at him, shouting. "I'm asking, who the hell are you and how did you get in here?" Nonchalantly, Owen finally turned to reveal his
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Chapter: Reject The OfferOwen Vitmoz (Third POV) The steady rush of the shower coming to a stop could be heard as the man behind the sheer curtains stepped out, water he bothered not to dry slid from his hair, tracing lazy paths down his temples and along the strong line of his jaw. Wrapping his towel around his waist, he slid his hand through the long fallen strands of his spiral curls over his head, letting them fall gracefully on his shoulders from behind. His skin glistened, damp and warm, catching the light as water clung to him in small, shining beads. His chest, his abs, and his muscles all danced to his reflex movements as he made towards the dresser. He reached for one of the bottles lined on the counter, taking oil. Deliberately, he walked it over his skin. And when he was done, the mirror reflected someone composed, skin cared for, scent lingering quietly in the air clean. Done, he poured himself a warm soothing tea. After the first and second sip, he licked his tongue over his teeth, wipi
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