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1282 pages, ebook
Published June 5, 2019
The Malfoy men may not be saints, but they worship their women fervently.— the whole story, each and every page is a literal testament to that.
She struggled against the hand on her spine as he rutted against her, pressing the most intimate parts of themselves together.
"You know how I like it when you fight."
Tears pushed against her eyelids. Her body sagged into the mattress, exhausted.
He climbed over her hips, holding her legs down with his weight.
She jerked her torso and caught sight of his eyes.
Dead.
Irises black with arousal.
But there was no glint of enjoyment.
When he caught her staring, he smirked down at her, grabbed her jaw, and said, "You want me to fuck your mouth again, Granger?"
Her eyes went wide. She sucked in air. "Draco—"
He pushed his palm against her mouth, silencing her. "Not interested in your opinion."
He grunted, his hips thrusting into his hand. She watched his features glaze over briefly before turning icy again, his gaze back to her face.
"Gonna paint my name on your tits, Granger."
She could do nothing but exist underneath him as he jerked his hand. When a slow tear trailed out of her left eye, he reached forward and turned her face to the side.
This book is for you if…
⤐ ... fanfiction makes a book even more enjoyable to you.
⤐ ... Ron + Hermoine ending up together is as laughable to you as it is to me
⤐ ... you, like me, have a (n immature, perhaps?) preference for tortured bad boys
⤐ ... read Manacled and want something like that


‘If you don’t join Mother and me downstairs, she will have my head.’ She snorted, turning back to her tea service ‘I’m not sure how that’s my problem.’ A pause. ‘I can’t get you your books if you don’t have a head.’ ‘I’m positive Mippy would be just as useful in that department. I wouldn’t need you at all.’
‘I know you hate questions-‘ ‘I don’t hate questions-‘ ‘They put you into a ‘mood’’ ‘They don’t. You put me in a mood.’
‘You wanna know what my Galleons bought me, Granger?’ ‘Get off me-‘ ‘An ungrateful little shrew with a hero complex-‘ ‘You arsehole-‘ ‘-who only aims to make my life more complicated-‘ ‘You have no moral code, Malfoy-‘ ‘-has given me nothing but torture for months-‘ ‘My apologies for being such a burden on you! If it’s been such torture having me here, then why do you care what I do with my life?’

‘Merlin, are these McGonagall’s underthings?’ She murmured. ‘Why do I need sexy knickers for tonight?’ Hermione asked, an edge of panic in her voice. ‘You should have sexy knickers for all the nights, Granger.’
‘He’d walked to the Forest with purpose. He’d laid down his wand, closed his eyes. She hadn’t been with him. He’d been alone. Harry had died doing what he thought was right, but he’d failed. The Horcrux lived on. And he’d died in its place.’
“I was trying t to get back to you with every breath, and all the while, you were falling in love with Draco Malfoy”
“Anticipation is the sweetest torture, is it not?”

“When she's close, it's just like she's back in class, anxious to get an answer right. Can't stop moving, can't shut her mouth.” Her stomach was tight as his fingers threaded in the hair behind her ear, tilting her face to him. “I'd rather slide into her when she's wet, and hating herself for it.”
“I'm not sure how many more times I need to say it,” he whispered, and the room was barely breathing. “That Mudblood is mine. Her mouth is mine, her cunt is mine, her skin is mine.”
Her breath stuttered in her chest, her walls fluttering — so close.
“Fuck.” Draco panted harshly against her jaw. “Felt that.” She flushed. “Gonna make you come all over my sheets, Granger.”
“You're a fucking dream, do you know that?”
“The Malfoy men may not be saints, but they worship their women fervently.”
