Married to a feared Lord of Sin, a witch must survive his hunger and unravel the truth about his power and her own destiny.

Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked.
To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors.

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“You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question.
When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface.
Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.”
 It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time.
A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation?
He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate.
“You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,”
That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired.
The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,”

PS: MATURED CONTENT.
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The maid looked toward the book again before returning her attention to the tea. "I see."


There was something in her tone that made Lucrezia narrow her eyes. "You don't like him?"


The maid immediately shook her head. "I didn't say that, my lady."


The woman smiled faintly, though she wisely said nothing more.


Lucrezia picked up the cup and took a sip. The tea was warm, lightly sweetened with honey, much better than the medicinal mixtures she had been forced to endure.


Lucrezia lowered her eyes to the book. "What do you think of him?"


There was a brief silence in the room. The maid looked toward the closed doors before returning her gaze to Lucrezia.


"He is…" She hesitated carefully. "Difficult to understand."


A faint smile tugged at Lucrezia's lips. "That sounds like a polite way of saying you don't trust him."


The maid's expression softened with amusement. "I didn't say that either."


Chapter 122 - The council summon