Angol
Our first encounter, ended with me hot and bothered.
Our first date, I wouldn't wish on my worst of enemies.
That is until the ruthless beast tempted me with a side of Victor I never saw.
On day twenty-eight, I broke the compulsion and my heart. Victor Tudor simply doesn't have a heart.
And I thought he was gone for good. But Victor groveled. I conceded. The process repeats.
He tastes like power, sin, and an unbreakable addiction.
While I've become Victor's to possess, I can't help the finagling feeling that I can't have Victor Tudor, the man himself.
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On our first encounter, I bloody saved the beauty, or so I thought.
The cheeky Luxury Whitson said she needed no savior.
And while my greatest trait is taking lives, she brought out a side of me I never knew.
I decline my next mark-who I soon learned is her father.
I revived her.
She still hates me, even after I've concede to a new challenge--keep both Whitson's safe, and tame Luxury.
Luxury tastes of innocence, honey, and pure rain.
While I'm captivated with her, I can't bloody have her. I'm not just an assassin, I'm a Royal. Duty bound to my Queen.
