Fallen_meteor

The story had gore, twisted relationships and dark thoughts. It is not suitable for kids. And instead of romance, more twisted desires and revenge had filled the book. You have been warned. 
There is a thin line between love and hate, who knew when it started to fade between us.
Earl of Gravestone is the most dangerous man of the WhiteThrone Empire. Not because he is strong enough to kill them without thinking twice. But he deals in secrets. Secrets that could destroy the peace standing on the thin ice sheets over a flooding river.
But he had not gotten all this wrapped up as a gift by his family. He had earned it. Earned to show that one woman that he was worth choosing. To show that he was strong and loved. and he definitely had forgotten her after she left him for another man. Except that… he did not.
He was still clutched by her memories to the limit that it hurt him when he breathed. So what would happen if the newest secret he found was…. Her husband was a traitor. If he wants, he could break her life. But would he?
The deepening shadow of the crimes he had committed and the darkness within him wanted to devour her. But a tiny part that still remembered her love wanted to save her at the same time. Who would win in the end?

A Slave To The Evil Count

He rose from the stool and went to her room. She was sitting on the floor with two men towering over him. The thought that they could see her wet, her dress sticking to her body and she looked so vulnerable set the fire in his chest anew.

The men followed his presence and the darkness coming from him at once. They bowed their heads and left the room. He stood in front of her but she did not raise her head to look at him as if she could not feel his presence.

. "Collect yourself," he said quietly, and walked to the pitcher on the table. With movements precise, almost mechanical, he refilled her cup. His expression was serene, but only he knew the waves of tsunamis hitting his chest again and again making a frenzy tune that ran in his ears.

The Wounds She Wear