AngelaShyna

18 + DARK ROMANCE CONTAINING EXPLICIT SCENES. 

"Take off your clothes Brie! You can't run from me! I'll always catch you, little mouse." His menacing voice rang out.
I was already caged between him and the wall, there was nowhere left to run.
He caught my wrists in a strong grip, until I cried out from the pain.
"Please I'm not ready! I need some more time" I sobbed, my whole body shaking badly,I was willing to do anything to reach out to whatever little humanity he has left.
His eyes were cold. Merciless. 
He was going to hurt me, I knew it. 
"But you were ready to run away with that bastard, weren't you? " The smirk on his face as he taunted me betrayed the icy rage that simmered in his eyes.
"You belong to me, Brie! I'm your husband! And I won't be denied of my rights, Refuse me again, I dare you to Brie!" He hissed, his grey eyes simmering with hot fury.

What happens when Gabriella Thorne gets forced into an arranged marriage with Lucian Castiel.
He is Cold. Brutal. He gets anything he wants. 
What happens when he's determined to TAINT Gabrielle's innocence with his darkness. 
Is there a flicker of light at the end of the tunnel, or would she be forever tainted by his Psychotic Obsession?

Tainted Desire

I couldn't believe I said that.

I didn't know if I would have gone ahead with it, but I knew that I would not be able to live with myself after this if Derek died from this incident.

I tightened my hand around the gun, my heart pounding faster and harder until it threatened to break out. All the while, I heard Lucian's stare and knew the exact moment he gave in. He was bloody furious at me but I also saw the anxiety he had not been able to hide, he didn't want to guess if I would actually do it or not and it worked to my advantage.

"Fine!" He spoke in between gritted teeth, shoving Derek away roughly but not before giving him a cheap knee to the gut.

I did not rejoice on my victory, it was still far from over, the danger was still looming and currently striding towards me in heavy steps.

"Don't come closer!" I yelled, taking a step backward.

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