Bound By Lies, Trapped By Desire Novels & Stories

I answered, clenching around him. He filled me again and held me close afterward, fingers tracing the hidden cross on my skin. But sometimes, when the house is quiet and I’m lying there full of him, I catch him staring at the door with that same dark hunger in his eyes. Like the secret life isn’t enough anymore. Like he’s already thinking about new ways to push us further. Riskier places. Deeper corruption. And the scariest part? I hope he does. I’m never going to be free of this. And I don’t want to be.

We all knew that despite the love and unions within our individual couples, we’d need to unite as one to take on the future. Thank you for reading BOUND BY A PROMISE. If you haven't read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina's story, or TILL DEATH DO US PART, Alejandro and Mia's story, I hope you will. The next book in the Brutal Vows series is QUEENS AND MONSTERS, Rei and Jasmine's story.

“You already did. You made me trust you, made me believe I wasn’t alone anymore. And then I saw your signature on the ashes of everything I was trying to protect.” His hand curled into a fist, his chest heaving. “If I wanted power, I wouldn’t need to burn villages. I am power. What I need is you. And I’m losing you to lies.” My wolf snarled inside me, rejecting the pull of his words, but my chest ached. The bond throbbed, punishing me for every step I tried to take away from him. “Then you’ll lose me.” My voice was ice. “Because I won’t be bound to a man I can’t trust. I won’t be bound to a killer. I want a divorce.”

"I think the demon side just brought out my deepest darkest desires. So yes, somehow this is still me." "If everyone's deepest darkest desires were to be brought forward, I promise you, you will not see yourself as bad. Everything good in you is surpressed, and yet I still manage to put you in order. You still will not hurt me." "But I have hurt you. When you found me in that cave, you trusted me enough not to harm you, but I drank from you until you collapsed. I woke up the next morning, not asking how you felt after all that happened, I just dragged you into bed."

“Love? You cheated on Dakota, your fiancée, with me. You lied to her face. If that’s your version of love, then I want nothing to do with it.” “That’s different,” he tried. “How?” Diana demanded. “Explain it to me, Ryan. Because you expect me to trust you now? You expect me to believe anything you say? You were willing to marry her while loving me, right? So what’s stopping you from marrying me while loving someone else?” “That’s not fair—” “No,” she cut him off. “What’s not fair is you thinking I’m desperate enough to cling to you because I’m pregnant.” His jaw tightened. “I’m not going anywhere, Diana. You can scream, insult me, call me a liar. Do whatever you want, but I’m not leaving. Th

I noticed the hitch in her breath, the soft gasp that escaped her parted lips. “You want me to touch you, take you, claim you as my own?” I continued, climbing onto the bed and leaning my weight above her, “ruin your sweet little body until you can't take it anymore?” “Never,” she whispered, with her pupils dilated and her breathing erratic. I smirked. “But that's a lie, printsessa. You're flushed. You're breathing hard. You want this just as much as I do.” “I'd rather die than want you.”

Something is burning inside them now, and they are dark and unreadable. I swallow. “Ethan—”. He cuts me off. His thumb makes me look up at his. “Start talking.”. My head trembles. "I can't.". His grip tightens. “You will.”. My pulse skips. Because this isn't a request. This is a demand. The truth is, Ethan Sinclair always gets what he wants.

He just looked at her, expression unreadable, and for a moment, she saw the Damian she had been chasing all this time—the man beneath the cold exterior, the man who cared more than he let on. “You’re mine, Amaya,” he said finally, voice low, almost a growl. “And I don’t let go of what’s mine. Not now. Not ever.” Her chest ached, torn between anger, fear, longing, and something deeper. She wanted to push him away. She wanted to fight. She wanted to run. But she couldn’t. Because between the lies, the schemes, and the longing… she was trapped. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape.

"Listen, I know it's really hard on you. But if you accept this, it will not just get your father out of this debt. Life would be easier for you. Do you know what it means to get married to a well-known billionaire? That's a lot of fame. Mabel, your life would change for the better. You'll be free to do what you want, get what you wish for." Mabel squinted her full amber eyes and surveyed me for a while. "A life without love, without choice, without passion? I'm just like a prisoner, trapped in a gilded cage. What else do you want me to do?" She asked, her tone laced with helplessness. I simply nodded and gulped, crossing the room back to where she stood. "I suggest you call him, maybe you g

I replay the moment over and over in my mind, feeling it again, sharper each time. I remind myself: Vex has to come first. My loyalty is absolute. My place is clear. And yet… I will protect her. I will want her. And the ache she leaves behind is a warning I can’t ignore—a dangerous, consuming promise that no oath, no loyalty, can erase. The balcony is empty, the cherry blossoms drifting like pale snow beneath the lantern light, and I realize the truth: I am trapped between duty and desire, and neither will let me go easily.