The Price of Mercy

Wishing for things you shouldn’t makes them come true.
Like craving the touch of the man who wants to kill you.
Feeling the heat of his lover’s jealous gaze.
Or tasting the desire on your best friend’s lips.
Some people would call me selfish for wanting three wicked men, but if you knew the strings attached–saw the shadows they keep–you’d pity my heart for its pain. Because these men don’t just love–they covet. They bleed. What started as a game becomes a battle for love, and none of us are coming out unscathed.
Playing with...

Wishing for things you shouldn’t makes them come true.
Like craving the touch of the man who wants to kill you.
Feeling the heat of his lover’s jealous gaze.
Or tasting the desire on your best friend’s lips.
Some people would call me selfish for wanting three wicked men, but if you knew the strings attached–saw the shadows they keep–you’d pity my heart for its pain. Because these men don’t just love–they covet. They bleed. What started as a game becomes a battle for love, and none of us are coming out unscathed.
Playing with hearts has deadly consequences.

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