MasukShe is the assassin trained in seduction and the perfect kill. Her target is the King himself and the plan is simple: infiltrate his bedchamber, ensnare him with her body, and slip the dagger between his ribs before dawn. No attachments. No mercy. But the moment their eyes meet for the first time, everything shatters. The King, tall and commanding, yet expectedly gentle, looks at her like she is the only light in his burdened life. One night becomes two, three, then a dangerous habit. His touch ignites her in ways no training ever prepared her for. She tells herself she just wants to fuck him senseless and leave. Until she learns the truth of the King’s innocence and that the real threat is someone who wants him dead for reasons far darker than politics, and now wants her silenced for failing to finish the job. His brother also watches with hunger eyes, offering alliances she has no interest in. Now she’s torn between her warring emotions, the King’s brother and the oath she swore to the Serpent Sisters. But she only craves one man. One crown. One bed. And she’ll burn the kingdom down before she lets anyone take him from her. Buckle up, lovers, because this is only the beginning. The next series is already simmering, hotter, filthier, and ready to drag you deeper into the dark. Stay wet. Stay ready.
Lihat lebih banyakVANESSA
They nicknamed him the Great Khal. Maybe it was because he lumbered like a giant bull or because he was as aggressive as one. Whatever the reason, I did not care. “Open the gates!” A man yelled from below the balcony where I stood with a glass of wine in my hand, watching distinguished guests come in. People paved the way, jostling one another to create room for the King’s convoy. Hushed conversations rippled through the crowd as the cars slowed to a stop and several men in black hurried out toward one of the cars. The door opened and out came the man of the night. The flute trembled in my grip as I stared at the wonder before me. He had a rugged beauty like I’d never seen, wild and untamed, oozing pure male sensuality. The paparazzi went wild, taking snapshots after snapshots of him, blinding white lights enough to make one dizzy. Then somehow in the midst of this madness, he looked up and our gaze met. My breath caught in my throat. I found myself frozen in time, lost in the heat of his stare. Chants of “King Leonidas” rendered the air but this man had his eyes locked on me. Only me. He had a scar marring his left eye, some say it was from a rival clash. Others say it was from the man that bore him. They had a fallout which resulted in a division. He was a beast who ripped his opponents apart with just one powerful blow. The stories were not just woven tales to make children cower in fear, but the testimonies of men who survived him. Did he recognize me? Did he get intel that I was the one assigned to take his life? What next? Was he going to call the guards on me? Was he going to come after me himself? The questions ran wild in my mind, still I was prepared to jump over the balcony if any of my guesses were right. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, he looked away but I swear on my soul…that man smirked. His lips stretched in a cocky tilt that bordered almost on maniacal. That was who the Serpent Sisters, the assassin group I worked for, wanted me to kill for my next assignment. They were setting up an appointment for my own death and I was just supposed to agree to it? I’d never run from an operation before. But I was determined to make it as far as the boundary and disappear for good. News of how brutal he was shook me to the core. How was I supposed to seduce a man who looked like he picked his teeth with the bones of his opponent? However, the Serpent Sisters were not named so for just any reason. They found me and brought me back. Not just that, my stepmother was laying unconscious at their feet. “Just do the job as clean as possible and then, your mother would be free. You can vanish into thin air after that, but this is what you must do.” So here I was standing in front of the grand reception hall where the royal ball was to hold. It would be an unforgettable experience because tonight was the night I was going to take out their ruler. *** Leonidas rose to his feet with a glass of champagne in his hand. “To each of you here tonight, may joy follow you wherever you go, and may laughter light your hearts.” Everyone cheered to that. “Alright, enough sipping and get to the dance floor.” Let the celebrations begin! Or the mourning. I took an extra swig of wine before depositing the empty glass on the tray of a passing waitress. It was time to get the King’s attention. I joined the dancing crowd, picking for myself a partner. The orchestra music swelled into a lively tempo and my feet glided in tune with the music. Who’s to say an assassin should lack grace and poise? A hand caught mine. “You dance really well for someone who did not grow up with royalty.” I turned at once, stunned to be staring into a familiar pair of hazel eyes I never thought I’d see again. We had grown up in the same street before our paths were divided. He, to resume his father’s position at the palace and me, well, to whatever it was I was into now. “Noel?” I breathed, filled with genuine surprise and something else I thought I felt for him. Instead, there was nothing. “I thought you had royal duties and was appointed as duke.” He pulled me in tune with the waltz. “I still do and still am. Right now, I’m just a man who wants to enjoy the evening ball of the century. I spent years wondering where you disappeared to. Even thought you were dead at some point.” I chuckled nervously, trying to peek over his shoulders. “I was but now I’m back. It is hard to kill what isn’t really there.” The next seconds were filled with questions about where I’d been and what I’d spent the past years of my life doing. Not sure he wanted to know that I made a living from snuffing the life out of people. Or that his King was next on my radar. When I took another peek, the crowd was parting for someone. Leonidas had stepped down from the dais and he joined the widening dancing circle. The lightness in the way he moved, his golden hair that caught the light. He was the sun and we were merely planets orbiting around him, moving at his command. Noel turned me the other way, cutting my target out of sight. “Nessa, are you even listening?” “Yes, of course,” I lied through my teeth, mildly annoyed at his intrusion. “I’m sorry I have to go now.” Just as I said it, the dance called for an exchange. I practically shoved Noel toward a passing duchess who greedily accepted him, while I grabbed the next available set of hands. Now was not the time for friendly catch-ups and nostalgic get-togethers. The little girl he knew was already long gone. “Well, hello there, beautiful,” a slimy voice drawled. I found myself pressed against a man whose breath smelled of wine and expensive tobacco. His eyes did not meet mine, instead, they traveled shamelessly downwards. My stomach curdled at his blatant disrespect. By the time he finally had the decency to look at me, it felt like I was in the hands of the King. “My brother has fine taste in guests tonight,” he whispered, sliding his hand a little below my waist. “That dress works wonders for your cleavage, darling. I wonder if the rest of you is just as inviting.” The King’s brother? Tonight just got interesting.LEONIDASIt was the way she floated with grace, setting her chin haughtily like everyone else was below her. Including me. It was the way she set herself so distinct in the crowd, she became impossible to miss. A beauty mark to her top lip, she had a face that was hard to stop looking at. One that was hard to leave your mind once you’d memorized every detail.It seemed she sought me out before I did, because after the first time we laid eyes on each other, I found her everywhere I looked. “This must be your father.” I stopped walking, long enough to turn around and see she had stopped in front of a large portrait. And yes, the man was my father. The man I hated very much. “Come along, you have a long night ahead.” Clearing my throat, I continued on my way. She did, those long legs catching up with me and leading her ahead so that I had to stare at the column of her neck and her ass jiggling underneath that dress. Gods, she wasn’t going to make it any easier for me, was she?I t
VANESSAAnd so, I failed my mission before it even began. I was right back to square zero. When the music stopped, we each courtesied and he walked off to deal with some more important function. To him, it was probably better than having to deal with me, the woman who still had a dagger strapped to her thighs. Unstained too. Good for him, I guess. “That’s the one reason why I hate and love him.” Someone had slithered their hand around my waist. Only one person had the audacity to say a thing like that. In fact, it was the scent of his cologne that gave him away. I bristled at his touch.To indulge him, I quizzed, “They are?”“He knows when to back off from something that belongs to me.”Although being referred to as a thing irked me, I was curious. “And the other?”He came round to stand in front of me. “He can be very stubborn, holding on to what is rightfully mine.” After a pause. “Did you look into his eyes?”I let out an exasperated sigh. “What do you want?”His chest puffed
VANESSA This one was probably the popular whore of the royal family who viewed women as trophies.Indeed, every family had a black sheep. And he was theirs.Disgust rolled within me when he had the guts to reach further down and cup one of my ass cheeks, pulling me tightly against him and rolling his hips. I shoved down my discomfort and cocked a smile, tilting my head to look at him clearly. “Keep your hands where I can see them, or you’ll find yourself dancing with a limp.”The smile had not slipped from my face as I said this, but his was now a mask of the jolly that was there a few minutes ago. Yet, he threw his head back and laughed. A scratchy sound that prickled at my skin. “I’d like to see you after the dance.”“Really?” A mocking laughter slipped out of me before I could think better of it.He tried to say more but the music saved me again and the circle shifted, placing me in the hands of another rando.Twisting my neck to find him in the crowd, he mouthed, “In private.”
VANESSAThey nicknamed him the Great Khal. Maybe it was because he lumbered like a giant bull or because he was as aggressive as one. Whatever the reason, I did not care.“Open the gates!” A man yelled from below the balcony where I stood with a glass of wine in my hand, watching distinguished guests come in. People paved the way, jostling one another to create room for the King’s convoy. Hushed conversations rippled through the crowd as the cars slowed to a stop and several men in black hurried out toward one of the cars.The door opened and out came the man of the night. The flute trembled in my grip as I stared at the wonder before me. He had a rugged beauty like I’d never seen, wild and untamed, oozing pure male sensuality. The paparazzi went wild, taking snapshots after snapshots of him, blinding white lights enough to make one dizzy.Then somehow in the midst of this madness, he looked up and our gaze met. My breath caught in my throat. I found myself frozen in time, lost in t
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