“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.”
-William Shakespeare
Isobel. Gorgeous. Pure. A perfect angel.
From the moment I see her
I have to know her.
Take her. Claim her.
But our fathers are sworn enemies.
Feuding families.
Once I take her captive
It will start a full-scale war.
I don’t care.
I’ll make her mine.
Show her the power and freedom
Of giving in to dark desires.
Darkness. Depravity.
It’s all I know.
But her light becomes my salvation.
She lights a fire in me. A hunger.
One that will only be stated
When she becomes mine.
My captive. My bride. $0.99 on Kindle.
