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WARNING: This chapter contains mature content. Please read at your own risk.SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW"W-What do you mean s-suck you?!" Heat floods my cheeks until they burn like coals. "I-I don't know how to do that! I'm a good woman-innocent, pure." My voice quivers as I press my palms to his chest and push, but he's solid as stone; not even a hair's breadth of movement."Hmm? You mean you've never tried to soothe someoneIs that a Deadly Weapon? WARNING: This chapter contains mature content. Please read at your own risk. SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW "W-What do you mean s-suck you?!" Heat floods my cheeks until they burn like coals. "I-I don't know how to do that! I'm a good woman-innocent, pure." My voice quivers as I press my palms to his chest and push, but he's solid as stone; not even a hair's breadth of movement. "Hmm? You mean you've never tried to soothe someone's hard cock before?" He asks, and disappointment softens the edge of his words. I swallow hard enough to feel it in my throat. Of course not! How could I have-we don't even know each other's names! Good God, Sasha. Why are you such a fool? Look at the mess you've tangled yourself in now. I nod slowly, lips pressed tight while his thick length rests against my cheek. It stretches past my jaw-longer than my palm is wide. Sweet heaven, can something this substantial r
Suck What?! SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW Idiot! You're such an idiot, Sasha. Did you really think he would believe that? I wanted the earth to swallow me whole, especially since he didn't say anything, just kept staring at me. Then, to my utter shock, he smiled, and then kissed me. It was just a peck, so I couldn't react until he spoke, grinning at me. "Is that so? Then, will you please calm me down here... wife?" Holy mother of God! Sasha, what have you gotten yourself into now?What have I gotten myself into? I held my breath where we stood locked together, heart hammering so hard against my ribs I could feel its shape pressing through my blouse. My hands were planted on his shoulders, fingers curled tight enough I knew they'd leave half-moons in his skin. Heat climbed my cheeks-shame knotted with hunger as his gray eyes held mine fast. He tilted his head, gaze never breaking. "Hmm? Aren't you going to
Heaven's GiftSASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW "Sasha! I'm telling you, he's the answer to your prayers-" "What prayers? I wasn't exactly wishing for a husband to magically appear-ouch!" I shot Andeng a glare, rubbing the spot on my head where she'd just flicked me. "Why are you yelling? I'm standing right next to you!" she retorted, frowning. I sighed, resisting the urge to scream again. My heart was still pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I hadn't been able to move a muscle until Andeng and Junior arrived. I'd even been shocked to see Junior in just his boxers, clearly interrupting some husband-and-wife bonding time. Who wouldn't be rattled after letting out a scream that could rival a slaughterhouse? Because, seriously! Who wouldn't be terrified when a bloody, yet undeniably gorgeous, man suddenly collapses in your living room? "Who do you think he is, Sasha? Junior's taking forever. We need to c
Premium Drop from the SkySASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW I was cocooned in sleep when a peculiar sound tugged me from my dreams. What is that racket? Is a dog howling at the moon? With a groan, I hauled myself upright, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and tossing aside my thin, well-worn blanket. Good grief-are we having a death in the neighborhood? That mutt is making enough noise to raise the dead. But any lingering drowsiness evaporated the moment I swung open my cottage door. My eyes widened, and a startled shriek escaped my lips. "AHH! Burog! You little pervert-are you really trying to mount that poor dog right in front of my house?!" Heat flared in my cheeks as I gaped at my pint-sized mutt, Burog, going at it with a dog easily twice his size. For such a tiny creature, he possessed a surprising amount of stamina. "Shoo! Get out of here, you horny little pest!" I waved my arms, attempting to s
BOOK 3: I ACCIDENTALLY ADOPTED A MAFIA BOSS PROLOGUEWARNING: This story contains mature, sensitive, and explicit content. Reader discretion is advised. SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW A year ago, a man with no name and no memory knocked at my door. I called him Angelo, gave him my spare room, watched him fold himself into the narrow gaps of my life until there was no space left he hadn't filled. We loved like divers surfacing for breath-each touch a current pulling us closer, each word a gasp we'd been holding too long. Then he was gone. One morning the sheets were cold as river stone, his things wiped clean from every shelf and hook, and I've waited since. Ache lives in my bones now. Love does too. So why am I curled in the back of a van, blindfold tight enough to press shadows into my eyes, my shoulder grinding against metal as we bound over potholes wide enough to swallow a jeepney whole? I've spent thirty-two ye
EpilogueTHREE MONTHS LATER... LUCIAN VITALE'S POINT OF VIEW I can't sleep. Haven't had a full night's rest in over a month, pulling overtime at the office every single day. I glance at the wall clock as I shut down my laptop-six in the morning. Time flies when you're drowning in numbers and deadlines. It feels like just yesterday I was staring at the same screen, the clock reading ten at night. I stand up and slip on my coat, the wool heavy against my tired shoulders. I grab my phone and car keys from the desk-cool metal and plastic in my palm. I need to get home. They'll be waiting. "Good morning, sir. Overtime again?" One of the morning-shift guards greets me at the exit, his breath fogging in the cool lobby air. I offer him a gentle smile. "Yeah-gotta do it for the family." He grins back, lines crinkling around his eyes. "How about some coffee first, sir? You'll give yourself a stomach ache burning th
The EncounterLUCIAN "L" VITALE'S POINT OF VIEW The jet door hisses open, and warm air hits us first-thick with diesel fumes, damp earth, and something sharp I haven't smelled in years. Home. "Fucking hell-how long's it been? I forgot this place smells like smoke and
SettlementLUCIAN "L" VITALE'S POINT OF VIEW The air in the high-ceilinged room sits heavy on my lungs-thick with cigar smoke that's been aging in wood and plaster for decades, and a fury so sharp you could cut it with a blade. Pakhan sits at the far end of the mahogany table,
Is This Really Destiny? SERAPHINA "Sera" MORTEZ'S POINT OF VIEW "Good morning, Coto." The words ride on air cool enough to prickle my skin, the sun just a thin gold line over the hills. The river hums beside our house-steady, clear, sliding over stones like silk. Bir
Is This DestinySERAPHINA "SERA" MORTEZ'S POINT OF VIEW "Good heavens, Phina-you watch yourself out there, you hear? Flight's all squared away, but gosh alive, I'm going to miss you something fierce." Auntie Mercing's hand squeezed mine, warm and rough from years of w







