Possessive Royal

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.