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Saint’s Sweetest Sin

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The Cartier Cartel 3

De : Jessica N. Watkins
Lu par : Star Williams, Midnite Michael
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Saint:

From the moment Zahra crossed my path, I knew she’d become my sweetest sin. Her vibe ran through me like Henny on ice, and she quickly became my new craving. I wasn’t looking for love, but I wasn’t running from it either. And one look at her had me ready to start forever. Zahra wasn’t just beautiful; she was captivating, intoxicating, and soon became the addiction I couldn’t shake.

But falling for her came with a price. Zahra belonged to someone else, who was ruthless. He thought he owned and controlled her, and he wouldn't let her go without bloodshed. Protecting her meant snatching her right out from under his grip and igniting a war I couldn't avoid. As always, I was ready to go to any length, spill any blood, and burn down this city for anybody I loved.

Zahra:

From the moment Saint stepped into my world, everything changed. His gaze alone felt like a promise. He was danger wrapped in desire. My broken pieces didn’t scare him. Sex with him was its own kind of addiction. Though I knew leaving home wouldn’t be easy, resisting him wasn’t an option. Saint claimed me instantly. He pulled me deep into a love so intense it was impossible to walk away, despite me knowing that I was putting our lives at risk.

And I was right. Loving Saint came with consequences darker than I'd ever imagined. Our passion ignited a war, forcing him to fight battles just to keep me alive. Now, I'm trapped between heartbeats, praying our love doesn't end in bloodshed…or worse, death.

©2025 Jessica N. Watkins
Afro-américaine Fiction Vie urbaine
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