The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage
“But this time, look me in the eyes while you try to lie to yourself.”
“I hate you,” she said, but her voice came out so low it barely rose above a whisper, hoarse and unsteady, closer to a confession than an insult.
“Then hate me properly.”
Without giving her time to react, he captured her lips with force, invading every inch like someone claiming forbidden territory, marked by nothing but desire.
The kiss was a savage, dense, intoxicating, and violent fusion of rage and longing that set both their blood on fire.
His lips moved over hers with absolute dominance, exploring every corner with urgent need, while the surrounding air seemed to vibrate under an almost unbearable tension.
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