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Then she bit her lip as if realizing what she’d said. “Trust me, this—” he carefully slid two fingers into her superbly lubricated, swollen channel “—this is where I whish to be also, but only when I have given you more.” He thrust with his fingers, hitting that interior bundle of nerves some women referred to as their G-spot. She cried out, the sound adding to his own arousal, making it harder to wait, but he would. Tonight would be spectacular. He continued to massage her as he leaned down and once again claimed her mouth as his. Her return kisses were desperate and filled with the feminine fire he found so irresistible.

One has nothing to do with life, living like a corpse only breathing with the pain in heart. Another one has everything still the peace is missing from his life waiting to repent for the sin he committed unintentionally. For what he should repent? Moreover how will they change their fate, amend their destiny when they are only mere player in the game of destiny that too when it is a cruel game of destiny? To know more read this book 'Game Of Destiny' journey of the Beauty and her selfish beast. Disclaimer : This book is purely fictional. All the characters are imaginary. The content doesn't support any kind of crime and abuse.

“Then that tramp will have the pleasure of explaining herself.” Nico leaned back in his chair, watching the fire in Nero’s gaze. The demon was back and out for blood. That same old ruthless certainty burned there. It was the look of a man who’d kill anyone or anything that tried to move his pieces off his gameboard. Nero’s gameboard. “Tonight, then,” Nico said finally. Nero nodded once. “Tonight.”

Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings. Amira sipped the champagne a waiter placed in her hand, letting her eyes sweep the room. Every interaction was laced with double meaning. A touch on the arm, a whispered word, a glance held too long. Alliances and betrayals danced in the air, hidden beneath the guise of polite society. Montez placed a hand on her back, guiding her deeper into the crowd. His touch burned through the silk, possessive and unyielding. She stiffened, whispering sharply, “Don’t touch me.”

When the players asked why, the two of them just stammered and fumbled for words. "The game… the game isn't fully polished yet. If the boss wipes you out, it's gonna hurt. A lot." The players who'd memorized all the rules just scoffed. "So what? We signed up for this game for the thrill. It's not like we're actually gonna die. A bit of pain is no big deal." "Plus, the final boss has the biggest and best loot. Only an idiot would back out now." Nova and Luke were nowhere near strong enough to stop a mob of players riding the high of bloodlust and adrenaline.

"Gideon, do you hate me? Because of me, you lost your best friend. Because of me, you wasted eight years of your life." By the end, her voice was trembling. She lowered her head. I let out a quiet laugh. There was nothing in my eyes except relief and peace. "Josephine, you're giving yourself too much credit. If I don't love you anymore, where would the hate come from?" She froze, then changed the subject. "Are you happy here?" "I am." Leaning against the railing beside the road, I answered casually, "The weather's nice, and there aren't many people. I found a job with a local tour company. I take visitors around and show them the country.