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UNGODLY COLLISIONALEXANDERThe room was on the top floor. White sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows, the glittering sprawl of Cannes spread out beneath us in a magical moment that didn't belong to now.The door barked clicked shut when I grabbed her throat and pushed her against the wall, my mouth crashing into hers with a rush I needed to settle as soon as I could.She smiled against my mouth, her body pressing into mine as she matched my pace in the same exact way. From the way she kissed, I could tell she was the kind of woman who took what she wanted and never apologized for it.Her fingers worked my belt, her lips trailing down to my throat. She smelled like something that made me think of flowers dying in a vase.I released her throat, pressing my bulge into her stomach as her forced her face back to mine and kissed her again, my teeth sinking into her bottom lips harshly.I pushed out way towards the bed my hands getting a hold of her dress and from the neckline, I tore it into t

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THE SIGHT OF WHAT WE CAN'T HAVEISABELLAI couldn't sleep despite trying everything in my book. Counting the stars, staring at the ceiling and pressing my face into the pillow until my face burned. Nothing worked.My mind wouldn't stop replaying the feel of his hand on my waist.I threw off the covers and set my feet down.Water… I need water.And maybe if I walked and did something other than lie here in the dark, I could quiet the noise in my head.The house was silent and Camille's door was closed with no light beneath it. I padded towards the kitchen bare feet against the marble, my shirt brushing against my thighs.I turned the corner and crashed head straight into something… or someone. I stumbled back, my hand flying to my chest. "Oh my God."The moment hands wrapped around my waist, my body recognized the electrifying zaps. And for a moment, we just stood there staring into each other's faces, lips inches apart.Alexander." My voice came out breathless. "You're back.He didn't

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THE MADNESS OF WANTINGISABELLAI pressed my back against the door and tried to breathe, but it didn't work. My lungs were too tight, my skin was too hot and my mind was too full of him.Fuck… I can't bear this heat.I crossed the room on unsteady legs and collapsed onto it, my mind still clouded by the feel of his hard dick pressed against my stomach. Before I could think too deep about it, I trailed my fingers slowly on my bare skin, my chest beginning to heave as I closed my eyes.My fingers trailed down my stomach, over my thigh and slipped beneath the hem of my shirt. I was already wet… had been since the moment he grabbed me in the hallway.I imagined those hands now in place of mine. Large, rough and possessive, sliding up my thighs and parting them to finding the place where I needed him most.My thumb circled my throbbing clit as I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. I continued the motion, my index finger finding the slit of my entrance and skidding down while my thumb c

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THE SERPENT AND THE SPIDERNARRATORThe penthouse overlooked the Seine, all glass and shadow and the kind of silence that came from money too old to need noise. Élise Moreau stood at the window, her reflection a ghost against the glass.She didn’t wait long as the elevator chimed and footsteps crossed the marble floor. Her lawyer, Renaud, appeared in the reflection behind her, a man whose smile never quite reached his eyes.You called," he said.Élise turned. She was beautiful in the way a blade was beautiful. Sharp, precise and designed to cut. Her silver dress caught the light, her hair swept back from a face that had learned decades ago, how to give nothing away.The documents," she said. "Are they enough?Renaud set his briefcase on the table, opened it and spread the pages before her. Financial records, copies of old emails and evidence of deals Alexander had made in the years since their divorce, some of them bordering on what could be called reckless.The foundation has grown s

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THE HOURS BETWEENALEXANDERThe numbers blurred before my eyes. I had been staring at them for hours. Ledgers, spreadsheets, transaction records stretching back a few months.Something is wrong.The columns refused to balance and certain transfers seemed to vanish into accounts I didn't recognize.My secretary had flagged them three days ago. Small discrepancies at first. A payment here, a missing decimal there, nothing that would raise alarms on its own. But together, they painted a picture I didn't want to see.Someone had been moving money carefully and quietly for months.I rubbed my eyes, reached for the coffee that had gone cold hours ago, and tried to focus. The study was dark except for the lamp on my desk, the rest of the house silent around me.My phone buzzed on the desk, pulling me from the document. I picked it up, expecting it to be a work email. But it wasn't. The text was from Camille. Apparently she wanted me to help Isabella “feel welcome”.Oh well…I didn't want to

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LAST RESTRAINTISABELLAWhen Camille mentioned the dinner, I didn't want to go. But then, I told myself I was planning to leave anyway, I could as well just just have this dinner with her since Alexander would be nowhere around.I took my time getting ready. I washed my hair, put on a dress I barely wore and let myself feel, for one small hour, like I was in control.I checked my reflection one last time. My hair was loose, my lipstick was subtle. I looked like a girl who had her life together.I walked toward the terrace with my shoulders back, my chin up, a smile ready for Camille's teasing, her wine and her relentless optimism.Until I got to the table and saw him. He was sitting at the table, his back to the house and facing the sea. For a brief second, I stopped breathing.He was wearing a dark shirt, sleeves rolled, his hair still slightly damp from a shower. He looked like every fantasy I had ever tried to bury. And he was looking at me.I froze. My feet refused to move and my

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THE SIN I CHOSE ISABELLA The sound of my name shattered all the moment that had been building up. We pulled apart like we had been burned as Alexander's hands dropped from my waist and my fingers released his shirt. We stood inches apart, our chests heaving and the air between us still tense with everything we had just done. My lips were swollen, I could feel it. My face was flushed, my hair was tangled from his fingers, and Camille was right outside the door. Panic seized my chest. For a few seconds my head went blank and I refused to breathe, until the sound of her footsteps getting closer snapped me out of my head and I quickly used my fingers to arrange my hair. The door creaked open and Camille stepped into the cellar, her phone still in her hand as her expression shifted from impatience to confusion as she took us in. What took you so long?" she asked. "I've been waiting, it's just a wind bottle. Alexander held up the bottle. "Couldn't decide which vintage. Your f

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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS ALEXANDER Her eyes were wide, her breath warm against my palm as her body pressed between me and the door I had just pushed closed with my shoulder. I had been watching her since she started doing the dishes in the kitchen, like a possessed man. Instinctively, I followed her and now she was trapped in my arms, and I was done pretending. I lowered my hand from her mouth as her hazel eyes stared back at me with confusion and want swimming behind them. What are you doing?" she whispered. What I should have done weeks ago. I pressed my lips into hers, my hands cupping her jaw and tilting her face up to meet mine. I kissed her lips like I'd been starving for it. She gasped against my lips, her hands coming up to my chest, and for a moment, she pressed against me like she was pushing me away. Alexander— I deepened the kiss, my tongue sweeping against her lower lip. A whimper escaped her and went right through me, her fingers curling into my shirt. But

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CHAPTER 29 A TASTE OF SOMETHING BETTER ISABELLA The moment he spread my legs and lowered himself, I had an idea of exactly what he wanted to do. But I was in denial. So when I asked him and he gave me that smirk and pulled me back towards his face, I knew I was in deep shit. The good kind though. Heat weaved through every cell in my body and I could feel anticipation gnawing at the insides of my stomach. “Try not to scream too loud.” Okay… fair warning. My heart hammered against my chest as I watched him lower his face to my dripping pussy. Have I ever received head? Well… if you call the one time Julian tried to eat me out and bit down on my clit multiple times and placed a fear of head in me. “Alexander, No. Don't do that.” I pulled back from him again, shaking my head as my gaze matched his. In the split of a second, his eyes darkened and he pulled me right back into his face, this time with a much stronger force. “Pull back one more time and I'll tie you agai

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CHAPTER 30 A LITTLE DIVERSION ALEXANDER I walked out of her room with her taste still on my tongue and her moans still ringing in my ears. My legs and hands were steady, but my pulse was a war drum in my chest, beating out a rhythm that matched the only thought in my head: I would do that again, I would do it tomorrow, and the day after, and every day until she stopped wanting me. Consequences be damned. I stopped walking, pressing my palm against the wall as I closed my eyes. Despite my thoughts, guilt still pricked at me. Camille's my daughter and I'd sworn to protect her trust. But I pushed back the guilt. I had spent my entire life doing the right thing, being the right man and building walls so high no one could touch me. And now, for the first time in years, I was letting myself want something. I’m not going to apologize for it. I pushed off the wall and walked toward the east wing, my mind still recalling in how much I'd tried to keep my hard dick in my pants. I re

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