[Warning: Mature content R - 18+)
"You want us Master?” Ryker murmured, his voice low and dangerous as he stepped closer. Azrael’s fingers trailed fire up my exposed thighs, slow and deliberate.
I exhaled sharply, my cheeks burning under their combined heat.
Veyra’s lips brushed teasing kisses along the edges of mine, soft yet claiming. I arched instinctively as Thyrian’s hand slid to my nape, his mouth pressing gentle, reverent bites that sent shivers racing down my spine.
“Who’s your favorite?” they demanded in unison, voices thick with hunger.
I moaned softly, words trembling out: “I love all of you.”
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I walked in on my fiancée fucking my stepsister. I demanded answers, but instead was met by a blade to the heart.
Death should have been the end. Instead, I woke up trapped inside the novel I’d devoured, reincarnated as the villainess doomed to die at the hands of her four ruthless male consorts.
Ryker (fox). Azrael (Demon). Veyra (succubus). Thyrian (Merman).
Powerful. Possessive. Lethal.
Each one helped orchestrate her execution in the original story.
Now the rules are clear if I want to survive this twisted world:
Make my consorts fall desperately in love with me.
Never draw the attention of the untouchable female lead.
But stealing their hearts means claiming everything that was hers power, devotion, desire. She’s divine, adored, invincible. I’m hunted, despised, clinging to the lowest rank.
Every touch ignites obsession. Every kiss hides a threat. Every whispered “mine” could be my salvation… or my undoing.
Can a villainess rewrite her fate and keep four dangerous men wrapped around her finger? Or will their love consume me before I even survive the first season?