His Reluctant Bride: Contracted To My Enemy
"Let me go," I snapped, even though my voice wasn’t as sharp as I wanted it to be.
“No,” he growled, lips grazing the shell of my ear, his breath warm and wicked as his hand slid down, fingers pressing just above my thigh, and trailed all the way to my wet fold.
“You want to hate this, don’t you?” he whispered, mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck as his hand shifted my underwear, “But your body’s begging, baby.”
I gasped, lips parting, and before I could spit out a comeback, he crushed his mouth to mine.
The kiss was rough, full of hunger, and I whimpered into his mouth before I could stop myself.
My body pressed into his, desperate for more.
But he suddenly pulled both his lips and hand back, “Say the word and I’ll stop.”
I stared at him. My chest was rising and falling too fast. My lips were swollen. My thighs, God, I was throbbing.
I want, I need.
He pressed a knee between my legs and my and I mewed.
Yes, me. I mewed like some needy, pathetic bitch in heat. For him.
"That’s what I thought," he growled, and the next second he pinned both my wrists above my head and kissed me like he was trying to ruin me all over again.
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Liora once has a powerful name, a future paved in gold, until Tristan Cole walked in and tore everything apart.
Now, years later, Liora is forced into a marriage contract with the very man who destroyed her life, all to save her dying brother.
But Tristan wants something more dangerous.
Her heart. Her body, all of her.
Will love be her ultimate undoing? Or will she crawl out of wreckage and gain control?