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I said waving the book at his face. "Can I see? he inquired smiling. I nodded and stretched the book to him. "Slave to the Ruthless Master" he read aloud raising his brows. "This is an 18+ rated story" he said and eyed me. "What? I'm almost 18. It's just two months remaining" I defended. And it's not as if I haven't seen worse. What could be worse than what I caught Jayden doing today in the washroom? It's a human story that talked about a girl whom was sold by her father to a ruthless master who killed people without a second thought.

Lucifer Alpha's Slave is a Dark romance novel intended for adults readers only. This book has a villainous heroes, enemies to lovers, angst, and explicit/ intense/ kinky-forced situations. If you're looking for a sweet romance, then this book is NOT for you. *********************** Exempt from the story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You should have knelt down when I asked you to. You shouldn't have challenged me but you did. Now, you will see my warth." "I am begging you, stop this." she tried again, maybe he will change his mind. It wasn't her fault she couldn't bow down to him. She just can't.

RIX’s P.O.V. I took a step forward, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. "I want to quit," I said quietly. Apollo's eyebrow raised. "Quit what?" "Being your contracted wife, being a slave under this stupid deal," I said, my voice growing more confident as I spoke. Apollo frowned. "You know the deal, Beatrix. You signed a contract."

Losing my mother to the wasting sickness was incredibly hard on my soul, but somehow, even that deep grief paled next to these roaring feelings for this one male. Leaning my forehead against the cool glass of the window, I closed my eyes tight and forced my brain to focus entirely on the heavy purr of the engine rather than the painful voices from my past. I didn't want to hear them tonight; I didn't want to remember. But my soul knew if I forgot his cruelty, I would easily let his alpha charm do it to me all over again. That was exactly who Kairo Adeyemi was—cruel, dominant, and ruthless. He took whatever his wolf wanted from the valley, and then he discarded you like trash when he was done

The fountain’s water stopped flowing, the sudden quiet ringing in her ears like a physical blow. Then, a voice crackled over the high-end ceiling speakers a voice that was smooth, obsessive, and dripping with a possessive calm that made the kidnappers freeze. "I told you they were hyenas, Cali baby," Devi’s voice echoed through the marble hall, sounding like a god speaking from the clouds. "And hyenas don't understand mercy. They only understand the snap of a neck." The two men looked up at the ceiling, their faces paling. "Santoro? We... we just want what's fair!"

Isabella moved first. The struggle was quick, brutal in its efficiency rather than gore. Aura lunged, the vial flashing. Isabella knocked the hand aside, the vial skittering and shattering against the hearth. The sound seemed to make time tilt. Aura advanced with a cry, fingers reaching for Isabella’s throat. Isabella fought like a mother possessed. She struck, shoved, used the bookend to batter open space between them. In the scuffle, Aura slipped on the spilled preserves and went down hard. The bookend clanged. For an instant, neither moved.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

He kept going through the numbers trying to confirm it, as it felt like a fantasy dream. "That sounds like a good investment for us." I responded. They both nodded positively "Your truly ruthless, Nikolas." Wren said with a wry smile as he glanced through the agreement. He always knew of my gruesome tactics in negotiation, yet his astonishment only grew stronger on every business deal I concluded. "I've to do what it takes to get my money back." I replied slowly relaxing back on my chair. A truly worthy conquest. I told myself quietly.

She looked at me then, and something in her weathered face finally, completely broke apart, tears spilling freely as three years of careful composure crumbled entirely in front of the small, impossible grave that had apparently been lying to me the entire time. "I was following orders," Ruth said, her voice thick and broken. "Instructions, given to me by someone I could not refuse, someone whose word I had promised, long before you ever arrived at my laundry, to honor absolutely." "Whose orders. Whose word, Ruth." Ruth's whole body trembled, grief and fear tangling together across every line of her weathered face. "Someone you would forgive," she said finally, the words dragged out of her li

Emaline nodded in agreement. The king's heart leapt with joy at the woman's courageous act, causing him to feel as though he were soaring among the clouds. However, his elation was short-lived as his gaze fell upon the audacious nobles, and his mood was instantly soured. He arched an eyebrow in their direction. Their lips quivered as they struggled to find the words, their reluctance palpable. Yet, despite their evident hesitation, they knew they had no choice but to speak. The first to speak was Cromwell Kohler, the appointed leader of their group of vampires.