LOGINLyra Cross knew exactly what she was doing when she walked down that aisle. Marrying Killian Maddox wasn’t love, it was strategy. A peace treaty in a leather jacket. The Crimson Fangs’ princess had just one mission: infiltrate the Iron Revenants, spy on the enemy, and burn their empire from the inside out. What she didn’t plan for was Dominic “Grave” Maddox. Her new father-in-law. Forty-two. Billionaire. Biker king. Deadly in every way that mattered. One kiss from him, and the mission started to crumble. Somehow he saw through her lies, stripped her walls bare, and made her forget who she was supposed to be. The way he looked at her wasn’t right… it was sinful. And when he touched her, it felt like a war she didn’t want to win. Back home, her father and her biker-boyfriend Marcus were waiting for the signal. They thought she was still their weapon. But Grave made her something else entirely. His. Now she is trapped between blood and desire, vengeance and addiction because the man she’s falling for isn’t just her enemy… he might be the monster who killed her mother. When that truth comes out, it won’t just break their twisted bond. It will start a war that leaves nothing but ash and sin behind.
View More“Grave should be the target,” I said to Kane on the phone.After the saga with Killian this morning, I decided to send an update about the mission. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Grave is the top dog, and Killian is barely keeping up, despite being the heir. Pathetic.“I am not surprised. Killian is spineless; he doesn't deserve a weapon like you. Get close to Grave, sink your claws in him, and drain him. I don't care if you have to fuck him.” Kane grumbled, the fire and hatred in his voice so evident. He has always been on edge whenever Grave is involved. I shivered a little at the thought of fucking Grave, not out of disgust; the man has occupied my thoughts in the most sinful way possible.“I am not fucking him, Kane; I am anything but a fucking slut,” I snarled, wishing he was here in person so he could see how disgusted I am by the mere thought of it… supposedly.“I thought you had a heart, child. Don't you want to avenge your mother's, my wife's, death? I trained you
CHAPTER TEN Grave’s pov “ Couples argue” she said and my smirk deepened. Nothing less– always with sharp responses and double meanings. “ Oh! They do?” I asked and her lips moved …but then she kept mute. It was like whatever she intended to say was stuck in her throat, refusing to slip off.“ What do you really want?” I asked. She raised a limb but paused and put it down. My lips tugged up. Interesting. “ Let me help you forge Killian into a leader” she said, “ that's all I want” I smiled, drew closer but she receded. One step closer earned two steps backwards from her. Wasn't she all bold minutes ago? Back to being a cute princess so soon? I stopped trying to get closer, then looked ahead, someone was coming. I returned my gaze to her, “ why ?” “ Because he is my husband” “ I find it hard to believe” “ You don't need to. You just have to agree” she dropped, eyes sharp. My smile deepened. “ I ask again. What do you really want?” Her lips moved then she paused, flash
CHAPTER NINE Lyra's pov His expression was blank for a moment, then a smile found its way to his lips. My breath caught in my throat. His hair, trimmed, fell onto his face in a mess…strands scattered down to his eyes then to his neck. It gave off a certain allure that made my stomach flip….an allure that made her want to question his age …except she was here for something else.“ Good morning princess” he said and descended the stairs, “ slept well?” She smiled. A smile I spent the entire night practicing in the bathroom mirror. Perfecting it to near flawless. Masking it with layers of sincerity that I didn't have to give. “ Yes. Coffee?” I asked and reached for the coffee machine. I filtered it, letting the liquid drip slowly to the glass I had placed under the funnel. He nodded, then pulled a chair and sat on it. Eyes sharp. He was doing it again …trying to see my very soul. Except he would always fail. The coffee drained into the cup, scorching hot. “ Sugar?” I asked. “ N
CHAPTER SEVEN Lyra’s povI felt his lingering stare. The way those pairs of eyes bored into my back and searched for my very soul. As expected of a Maddox.. a killer and a murderer. I wouldn't have expected anything less. I caught sight of something. A building. Lots of buildings in here, but that particular one was painted in different colours.I walked towards it, steps calculated. Pushed the door open, then my expression darkened. Killian….sprawled on the bed at the extreme like an exhausted jelly..Well, except this time he wasn't fucking some holes and spilling guts..He caught sight of her, forced his frame up. I squinted, gaze lingering on his biceps, trailed to his chest then face –what a waste of beauty. “ What are you doing here?” He asked, voice cold, face tight. I scoffed internally. “ Failure has a scent. Followed it to get rid of it and ended up here” i dropped and his jaw worked. His veins bulged and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Wasn't he all bold yest
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