🔥 3 BOOKS — THE FULL CRUEL TEMPTATION SERIES 🔥

🌹 LILY:

I was passed around like a bargaining chip—sold, traded, discarded. They called me "a lily," delicate and tragic, something to be admired but never truly touched. Until Killian. He didn't look at me like a gift. He looked at me like a puzzle he already owned the final piece to. I don't know why he saved me from Alberto's grip, or what he expects in return. I only know that under his gaze, I feel… seen. And that terrifies me more than being invisible ever did.

🖤 KILLIAN:

I didn't take her for love. I don't believe in that shit. I took her because no one tells me what's off-limits. Not Alberto. Not the underworld. No one.

Lily was meant to be a symbol of debt—broken, defiant, used to being tossed aside. But she doesn't fold. She bites. And somehow, in her silence, she demands more from me than anyone ever has. She thinks she's just another possession. But I don't collect beauty. I claim it. And I never give it back.

🔥 A brutal man. A broken girl. A bond neither of them saw coming. This isn't a love story. It's a collision.

THIS BUNDLE INCLUDES:

CRUEL GAMES

CRUEL CHAINS

CRUEL LIES

🖤 LOOK INSIDE:

"Let go of me" I demanded again, my voice trembling slightly.

Slamming the heavy door shut behind him with a resounding crash that echoed through the silent hallway, Killian propelled me further into the room, still retaining his painful grip on my hand.

Maybe it was also the overwhelming, soul-crushing embarrassment of being dragged through the party like a misbehaving animal in front of what felt like the entire population of New York's underworld. Anyway, I could feel the unwelcome prickle of tears threatening to spill.

He finally released my hand, his fingers abruptly unclenching, as if the very touch of me disgusted him.

He shook his head slowly, rubbing his palm roughly all over his face in a gesture of raw anger, his other hand clenching into a fist, resting on his waist, his posture radiating barely controlled fury. He scowled, his features contorted in a mask of rage.

"What were you even doing at this party in the first place?" he continued, his voice rising again, the shout returning. "You shouldn't be there. You are supposed to be working. You have no business being at my party."

"I was having some… fun" I retorted, the word tasting bitter in my mouth, a hollow mockery of the evening's earlier, fleeting moments of enjoyment.

When I opened my mouth, fully intending to launch into a furious defense of my actions, to unleash the torrent of anger and humiliation that was boiling within me, he preempted me again, cutting me off before I could utter a single syllable.

"You don't—" I shot back, my voice trembling with rage.

"Oh, but I do, darling" he interrupted, his voice suddenly dropping, plummeting to a dangerously low tone, a chillingly smooth whisper that was far more terrifying than his earlier shouting. Fury, raw and untamed, flashed and flickered like lightning behind the storm clouds of his eyes. "I own you."

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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Absolutely Addictive!

The chemistry? 🔥 Off the charts. The plot twists? I gasped out loud more than once. Every character is layered, broken, real — and I felt everything right along with them. I couldn't stop reading, and now I don't know what to do with myself. If you're into dark romance that hits deep and still gives you that slow-burn satisfaction... this is IT. 💀❤️ = Reviewer