로그인“Tell me you hate me,” Mikhail whispered, aggressively pressing the side of my face against his expensive wooden table. I inhaled sharply, fighting back the moan in my throat. “I…” I wanted to force the words out, because I did. I hated him with every fiber of my being, with every drop of the blood in my veins. At the same time, I didn't. I had never put a label on the other thing I felt for him. He would never feel the same, and he would scorn me. “Say it, Marlowe. Say you hate me.” He dared, thrusting hard into me and stealing my breath. “Oh my God,” I cried out, pushing my ass backwards to meet his thrusts despite myself. “You can't say it, can you?” He laughed scornfully. “I… hate you.” I managed, inhaling sharply. He tugged my hair, fucking me harder. “No, you don't.” I couldn't argue, because an earth shattering orgasm snuck up on me and blinded my thoughts. When I recovered, I realized he was not completely wrong. *** *** *** Marlowe had a simple, happy life up until her late teens when she was about to go to college. Her father was murdered in cold blood and her mother fell apart. She was left to take care of herself and her mother, and all her dreams were shattered. She is kidnapped and sold to someone she once knew and was in love with. Mikhail Romanov. He is an entirely different person now. But Marlowe is an angel and she can melt the hardest of hearts. They fall in love with each other, but with this romance comes a revelation of secrets that shatter Marlowe and all that's left of her is a woman that is filled with hatred and anger, and desperate for revenge.
더 보기Talia
I've always wanted to have a boyfriend. It might seem like a ridiculous goal in life. Other girls dream of careers, while I want to find my person. Someone who loves me.
But it seems impossible. I'm a college student, and I've never even kissed a man. There isn't a bone of experience in my whole body.
It's unfortunate.
My best friends, Sally and Victoria, are both heartbreakers. They date men to the left and right on campus, while I've always been the awkward one that makes all the men run in the opposite direction.
Why?
Because I want a relationship too much. I want someone whose warm body I can curl up against at night. Inhaling their scent, holding their hand, and kissing their soft lips, I want all of that!
They don't have to be pretty, rich, or some famous jock. I don't care about appearance or money—I just want to find someone who gets me!
Sadly, I'm a party pooper, and guys run when I try to make conversation.
I guess I can understand why...
I'm eighteen years old, and when guys ask me what I want, I sometimes blurt out that I wish to have children; no wonder men look at me weirdly.
I should probably hide what I innerly desire, but I've always been a blabbering, non-stop-talking idiot. My personality isn't helpful.
Sighing, I pick up the fantasy book I was recommended to read by my friends and slump down against my fluffy pillows. I'm only wearing my pajamas. I'm ready for sleep, but first, I'm going to start this new romantic book about demons.
Humming to myself, I leaf through the introduction pages but find myself drawn to the cover image.
It's somewhat distracting.
There is a shirtless demon daddy on the first page. He has dark hair, blazing eyes and a nice tattoo on his chest. I giggle as my fingers touch his abs.
"Of course, you have a six-pack..." I mutter. "You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..."
I flip back to the first chapter, only to let out a dreamy sigh when I see the chapter is named "Meet cute." It immediately makes me feel a twinge of jealousy toward the main character.
"I wish I could take your place, girl. If my instincts are correct, you're about to meet the man of your dreams and find your happily ever after with Mr. Frontpage Daddy."
As I say those words, something odd happens.
The page of the book lights up in gold, like that scene in the second Harry Potter movie. Only this time, there are whispers, and the ink disappears from every page of the book until they spin around my head in real life.
"What the heck?!"
Everything that happens next is a blur.
Orange lights fill my vision until everything around me stops, then starts again.
For a minute, it's like time is frozen, and my life is over. I'm cold and suffering, but only momentarily.
Somewhere in the distance, someone calls my name. And then, with a jerk, I'm pulled into the book's page. It's like being inside a giant vortex. I'm traveling at the speed of light and screaming until I'm spat out in a heap of sand.
What. The. Heck.
Where am I?!
My eyes widen as I take in my surroundings. This isn't earth!
The skies are above me, but there are two suns!
I stare up at the sky, and my jaw drops to the floor. This is way too bizarre. Am I dead? Is this hell? Wait. Why would I go there? I've never done an evil deed in my entire short life!
Is this a nightmare?!
I hold on to that thought, for it's the only reason I don't pass out when I see the largest freaking man I've ever seen staring at me. The weirdest part is that he has wings!
Chapter FourteenMikhail RomanovI climbed out of my bed at midnight and pulled a black tank top on. I had been restless, for a reason I couldn't possibly fathom, and frankly it was driving me crazy. I put on a pair of headphones and adjusted my loose joggers. As I walked down the hallway, I paused in front of Marlowe's room, wondering if I'd hear any sounds. Maybe she'd keep me company. When I heard nothing, I chuckled at how ridiculous the thought was. She wouldn't have any interest in keeping me company and even if she agreed to it, she would be shivering or glaring at me. I ran my hand through my hair and made my way down to the living room area. I grabbed a can of soda out of the refrigerator and headed out. I was surprised I didn't see Maxim outside on one of his antics when I got to our shared living room. For a second, I considered going to his wing to check on him or get some company, but I remembered that he was still healing.I made my way out to the garden at the back o
Chapter ThirteenMarlowe Sage KunetsovTwo hours later, Mikhail finally stepped away from me. I knew he would not be pleased with what I was about to do, but I was too suffocated to try to sit still any longer. Besides, the most important part of the gathering was over. I hadn't necessarily been listening, but his competitor had made a stunning presentation of an Artificial Intelligence set-up he had created exclusively for students. He had charmed the audience and he had had them laughing at every one of his jokes. I could not see Mikhail doing that. He was way too broody. I made my way to the elevator as quickly as I could, ignoring the lady at the entrance of the hall as I moved past her. I clicked the button for the top floor and leaned against the wall of the elevator as it gradually ascended. I managed to keep my thoughts within the confines of the break I needed. I didn't let it go to all my problems beyond the walls of the elevator. The elevator dinged as it arrived and I
Chapter TwelveMarlowe Sage Kunetsov I held my elbow to myself the entire ride. I kept my eyes on the window as I studied the streets we drove through. In my years of being in this city, I had never been to this part of it. It suddenly clicked to me that there was a real possibility that I was no longer in New York. The environment just wasn't the same. And this meant I was farther away from my home and everything I knew than I thought. I wanted to ask Mikhail, but I didn't want to say anything to him. I took a deep breath and slipped my feet out of the heels. I didn't want to push myself more than I needed to and for longer than I needed to. “You need to fix that frown,” Mikhail spoke for the first time since we got into the SUV. I stiffened, feeling hatred burn through me. “You're my plus one tonight. You cannot embarrass me, so sulk all you want, but you need to pull yourself together before we get out of this car,” he said with a sickening level of arrogance. I couldn't help
Chapter ElevenMarlowe Sage Kunetsov I stared at the door. I wasn't exactly staring at it. I was staring through it, staring into space. I could not feel, I could not think, I couldn't do anything.I was stuck in a state of limbo. My mother was dead. Mikhail had known this whole time and he had let me think she was still alive. Tears started to run down my face again and I buried my face in my hands as I cried. I was not sure which one of the things I was feeling was worse. The devastation from losing my mother and being completely alone or the thought of how she had died. My mother had been sick. She could have fallen down the stairs or she could have hit her head in the kitchen or the bathtub. She could have been in a situation where she was hurt and been unable to get help. I cried harder. The devastation was consuming me. I heard a knock on the door. I didn't give a response. A new maid had come. Her name was Leah. I hadn't said a word to her when she brought in my breakfast
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