Novels by CERN

"Then come," he ordered. "Come on my cock." It hit me like a wave. Like a freight train. My orgasm ripped through me, violent and overwhelming, my body spasmed, my hands twitched and I screamed against his palm. My cunt clenched around him, milking him, pulling him deeper. "Fuckkkk," I screamed louder. "That's it," he growled. "That's it. Fuck, Seraphina—" He moved inside and out faster now, harder. Slamming into me without abandon His groan became louder. I felt his cock get warmer in my soaking pussy. "Sera—" ___ Seraphina Blackwood spent four years as the invisible punching bag of Blackthorn Academy. Bullied for her braces, her shyness, and her refusal to act like the powerful heiress she was born to be, she clung to the only person who paid her attention—Marcus Ashford, the boy from the weakest family. He promised her forever. Their first time. And then she caught him in a hallway with Vivian Voss, the mean girl who'd made her life a living hell. On graduation day, Seraphina broke. She stepped onto the school's iconic statue, screamed at the world, and ripped off her bra in front of everyone exposing her bare breast to the world. And Damian Blackthorn, the heir of Family No. 1, wrapped his jacket around her trembling body. She raised her middle finger and walked away. That was three years ago. Now Seraphina is back—a famous actress with a black eye she hides behind sunglasses, a career she built from nothing, and a secret: she's been in love with Damian Blackthorn and She just didn't know it. But Damian knows. He's been obsessed , watched and waited fifteen years for her to see him. Now she's back. And he wants more, more than an intense hallway sex. He's not waiting anymore. This time, he's branding her.

"We look happy," she said. "We were." "How do you know?" she asked. "You don't remember either." "I know," he said quietly, "because I've spent years feeling like something was missing. And every time I looked at you—every time I saw you across a room—it didn't feel missing anymore." Scarlett's breath caught. She wanted to say something, to reach for him, to close the distance between them. But before she could move, something shifted in his expression. His eyes went distant. His brow furrowed. He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. "Who are you?" he asked. The words hit her like a slap. Scarlett froze, the photograph slipping from her fingers, shattering on the floor between them. "Damian?" Her voice came out small, terrified. "What do you mean? It's me. It's Scarlett." He blinked. His eyes cleared, and for a moment, she saw the man she knew—who had looked at her like she was the answer to a question he'd been asking for years. Then the fog rolled back in, and he was a stranger again. "I don't know you," he said. His voice was cold, distant. Scarlett felt the floor drop out from under her. Love doesn't forget. Even when the mind does. Billionaire Damian Ashford has a photographic memory—except for one gap he can't explain. Three years of his life, erased by a fall he doesn't remember. Until the night he sees a woman with crimson hair across a crowded ballroom, and his heart stops. When their eyes meet at a charity gala, neither understands the pull between them. They only know it feels like recognition. Like memory. Like coming home. But someone erased their past—and will kill to keep them from remembering. Can love survive when everything you knew is stolen?