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A Sinful War with Rebel Heir Novel Synopsis
Leilanna Velmor has always been trouble, reckless, defiant, and too stubborn for her own good. After being expelled from yet another school, she ends up at Crestvern University, hoping for a fresh start. But trouble finds her again the moment she sits beside Damon Darkov—the tattooed, arrogant heir of the Darkov empire, a man as dangerous as he is beautiful.Damon despises the new transfer student, loud, impulsive, and unafraid to challenge him in front of everyone. No one ever talks back to him, yet this girl does, every single time.
What begins as irritation soon turns into a dangerous fascination. Her glare taunts him, her defiance tempts him, and her voice lingers in his mind long after she’s gone.
He tells himself he just wants to make her submit. But the more she fights back, the deeper he falls into her chaos. She becomes his favorite obsession, the only thrill he can’t control.
Now, Damon doesn’t just crave her defiance—he wants to own it. And Leilanna Velmor, no matter how much she swears she hates him, can’t escape the dark pull of the man who was never supposed to want her this much.
“You know what I think, Velmor?” he whispered. “I think you like this.”
My stomach turned cold. “Get off me.”
“I think you like me looking at you. Talking to you. Pinning you.” His breath was hot against my neck, words soft and vile. “You don’t come charging at me because you’re righteous. You do it because you’re desperate for my attention.”
I gasped, and pushed back hard against him. “You’re delusional!”
“Don’t think I don’t see through you,” he hissed, voice low and jagged. “The way you run your mouth like a brat who just wants to get punished. You’re starving for me to drag you somewhere dark, rip that attitude right out of you, and f**k you so hard you finally shut that pretty mouth. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want my attention so bad you’ll bleed for it, humiliate yourself for it. You’re just a needy little slut hiding behind a loud mouth.”
My breath tore out of me like fire.
Begging for him?
Wanting his attention?
Wanting him to f**k me?
“You…” My voice cracked. “You filthy, delusional piece of shit. I would rather die! I would rather throw myself off the highest building on this campus than let you touch me!”
His lips brushed close to my ear again, almost a ghost of a touch. “Tell me you don’t imagine it at night,” he whispered. “Tell me you don’t picture me pressing you against a wall…”
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