The Devil's Wrath: A Dark Legacy Romance

We sin as devils do. We love as angels do…

Theo

Wrenly Morgan.
Her name tasted like forbidden fruit on my tongue.
I didn’t know where she came from, and I didn’t care.
All that mattered was getting closer to her by any means necessary.
When I saw her, I couldn’t look away or resist her magnetic pull.
I had to know more.
I craved it.
I was ensnared, a fly caught in her web, unable to break free until I had uncovered all of her secrets.
Everything else faded away until she was the only thing that existed. The only thing I could think of was my need to break her, to shatter her into tiny pieces and then put her back together, so the only thing she breathed was me.
The closer I got, the harder it was to pull away.
I was a force of nature and an avatar of vengeance itself.
I would make her feel the scorching intensity of my hunger for her. She would learn she belonged to me now, that her fate was bound to mine by chains of obsession she could never hope to break.

Wrenly
Theo West.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head.
I knew I shouldn’t want him, but I couldn’t stay away.
He was bad news—an enigma of darkness and desire.
I knew I should stay far away from him. Every instinct screamed that he was dangerous, that to let him in would be to court chaos and ruin.
Even as my mind rebelled, my body yearned to draw closer, to bask in the heat of his nearness.
He was a predator—sleek, powerful, and deadly, and I was playing with fire.
But I needed to escape my gilded cage and disappear into the shadows with him.
He was an addiction I couldn’t kick, a craving that only grew stronger with each passing moment.
The game between us was a dangerous dance on the edge of a knife. One misstep, one moment of weakness, and everything could come crashing down.
But neither of us could stop, caught in the intoxicating thrall of forbidden temptation.
We were flirting with destruction, and I surrendered to the dark hunger he awakened within me.
I ran to the devil.
And he waited with open arms.

I bind myself to you.
My body.
My mind.
My soul.
I am yours, and you are mine.
If death comes for me, I shall wait for you.
We shall not part in this life or the next.

VIVAMUS, MORIENDUM EST.