NOT A TYRANT

His deep emerald eyes were ingrained in her mind- forever staring at her like a beautiful flower amongst wilted ones. The strong stubble, neat dark chocolate hair, and tight muscles made her swoon. The muscular woman, strong and independent, felt weakened and... vulnerable under his gaze. Her heart pounded just at the...

THE TYRANT (UNDERGOING EDITING)

A hot breath fanned her skin, the scent of old-spice cologne wafting through her nostrils. The addictive scent made her mouth water, and her throat gasped and clenched for water. Her eyes grew wide, ice-blue irises staring straight ahead. A groan sounded behind her as he breathed in her smell, his large chest vibrati...