LOGINA dark moan tore from his chest. His hands slid down to grab my ass, squeezing full handfuls of my flesh through my shorts as he lifted me slightly and slammed my weight back down onto his hard shaft. "Fuck," he rasped out against my lips. "Don't stop," I gasped, biting down softly on his lower l
There was just the sound of her pen moving across paper. Eventually she set it aside, “You're describing symptoms consistent with a major depressive episode, and given your history, I also want to keep trauma-related symptoms in mind. I don't think medication alone will be enough.” “I don't want m
“My father thought it was.” The words came out before I could stop them. Dr. Hale didn't react dramatically, she only asked, “Why?” I looked at the floor, “Because I was bad at school.” “Bad at school?” “I couldn't read properly.” She waited. “I mixed things up. Letters. Words. I'd read somet
Dante's expression changed when he realized what he'd just admitted. Maddie slowly raised an eyebrow, “Oh?” “I mean—eventually.” “Eventually?” I repeated. “Yes.” “You're the man who has spent the last ten years running away from anything that resembles emotional responsibility," I stated. “Th
"Responsibility." I squeezed my eyes shut because it was obvious, "I have that." Vincenzo narrowed his eyes, "And restraint." And that's where I paused and Gianna closed her eyes. I looked directly at Vincenzo, "Define restraint." Gianna's head snapped in my direction instantly, and I glanced a
Adriano took a slow sip of his coffee. “You can embarrass me all you want. You still said yes.” Maddie glared at him, and kicked him under the table, “That's not the point,” and then she turned to Gianna, “Do not let these men rush you. Date Raphael for ten years if you want. Make him suffer. Make
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Gold-digging whores. I didn’t even have to look at them to know that’s exactly what they were. The smell of desperation always clung to women like them, no matter how much expensive perfume they sprayed on their wrists to hide it. Hazel Kinsley. She was the widow of some patheti
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I tugged at the scrap of black lace riding up my hip. This outfit wasn’t clothes, it was a prayer. A tiny, see-through prayer. I caught my reflection in the cracked dressing room mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. The silver wig was cold and synthetic against my
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Waiting. For heartbreak. For regret. For grief. Nothing came. Only relief. And for the first time since his name had appeared on my screen... I smiled. ──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── The office floor hummed around me. Monitors glowed from every direction. Lines of code scrolled endlessly across screens. Pho







