A Bride For A Truce
READING AGE 18+
A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”
I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My t**s come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin.
His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.
“Damn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly. “A perfect fit for my hands.”
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Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera. But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride.Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate.
Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge. But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire?
A pawn in the game…
A Bride for a truce…
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Adrik’s Pov
The air in the room was thick with dread, the weight of unspoken words very heavy.
Diana sat silently by the wall, her face blotchy from crying, eyes swollen and red, the sounds of her sniffing filling the now quiet room. Sergei stood near the door like a statue, ready to move at my slightest command.……
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