LOGINHey, I want to apologize for the mistake I made with chap 129. It's been so hectic prepping for my grandma's burial, I should've checked properly. I've rectified it, so you can go back to check it out. Again, I'm so sorry! As an apology, after the 15th, I'll make sure to update 2 chapters daily or even more(the burial is on the 12th) Have a wonderful day!
SIX MONTHS LATER The annual Wellington Anniversary gala was in full swing, and we'd decided to host it in our home rather than the hotel it was in late year. The ballroom of our estate glittering with lights that illuminated the beauty of the hall’s interior, reflecting against the marble floors
Wolves. They were fucking wolves yet Roman acted like they simply dogs he'd raised. And in turn, they acted the same towards him. “Why wolves though?” I raised a questioning brow as I caressed Sage's soft fur and Juniper whining a few seconds after that. Roman shrugged, “Why not?” He replied w
"You should hate me," I whispered, my voice breaking. "After what I did, you should hate me." "I know," he agreed, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "It would be so much easier if I did." A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. Roman reached out, hesitated, then gently brushed i
"What happened?" he asked, his voice gentler than I deserved. I laughed bitterly. "Nothing dramatic. No great tragedy or betrayal. Just... emptiness. Day after day of emptiness. Making decisions that affect hundreds of people, never letting anyone close enough to see that I'm terrified of making th
I woke to unfamiliar shadows dancing across an unfamiliar ceiling. For a moment, panic seized me as I forgot where I was. Until it came rushing back and I found myself sinking deeper into the mattress Roman's bed was sinfully comfortable, the sheets soft against my skin. I stretched, my muscles p
The rain continued to lash against the windows, filling the silence between us. Outside, lightning flashed, illuminating Roman's face and his even darker expression. I wasn't getting through to him. And I didn't blame him. "Two years ago, you made it very clear that you didn't need me," he said
His tongue caressed every crevice of my mouth, eliciting moan after moans from my throat, every reason not to kiss him was forgotten, rather it was replaced by the irresistible urge to feel his skin against mine, to ride him and watch him come undone beneath me. His lips suddenly pulled away from
I nodded, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips. "I'm sure," I said, stepping closer to the painting. "Look, right there in the corner. That's her signature. I'd recognize it anywhere," Vincent leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he examined the delicate swirl of initials in the bottom right corner
“Fuck, Amelia, you are…” he slipped a deep inside me and I threw my head back, inhaling deeply. “...So fucking perfect!” The way he pumped his finger in and out of me felt almost like torture, each push and withdrawal leaving me wanting more. “The things I want to do to this pretty pussy of yours,”
“Hmm…” There was so much going through just kind at that moment yet at the same time, it was blank, I couldn't string along a single thought, not with the way his tongue danced acrossed my skin, leaving a trail of wetness from my nipple to my neck. My hands were all over his body, itching to to







