Soul Of A Villain
Oliver Benedict Winter
My life revolves around death and darkness.
I’ve accepted that I’ll die alone one day and probably in great pain from an enemy ambush. But when I see her on the auction block, nothing else matters. I’m insanely consumed with her. She’s in danger, but how can I save her when I’ve sworn to be the instrument of her death?
I hunted her. I caught her. I’m keeping her.
I’m the villain, and this is my fairy tale.
Londyn Juliet Skye
Entering that auction might be the biggest mistake of my life.
Because things don’t go as planned. I become the prize in a hunt catering to rich, dangerous men. The man who catches me is dark and brutal, but his cruelty is tempered by possessiveness. His darkness tamed by benevolence. He makes me bleed and when he kisses the pain away, I just want more.
I hate him. Fear him. Crave him. He has me in a chokehold but I’m beginning to like being his.
He’s the villain I’m falling in love with.
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