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Every touch sent warmth rushing through my body. The red lace suddenly felt too thin beneath his gaze. Too revealing. But Sebastian touched me like he admired every inch of me. Like I was something precious. Something dangerous. The storm outside shook the windows while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck again. I buried my fingers into his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by how good he made me feel. No one had ever kissed me like this before. No one had ever looked at me like they were terrified of wanting me too much. And somehow… That made this even more dangerous.

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::

She always dreamt of giving her first kiss to her first love. She knew her life wouldn't be easy as all her decisions were always made by her ruthless father. She knew that all her fantasy to have a peaceful will fade away the day her father hands her over to someone like him... But she was wrong.. Damon's way of torturing her is different. He did hurt her physically but his ways make her mentally unstable. He's making sure to break her verbally and physically. She wanted her first kiss a soft and caring one. She wanted to pour her heart in that kiss but how cruel her fate is. She was forced to lose her first kiss and wasn't even able to kiss back that beast. In short, her heart didn't allow

I nod and try to listen to what she is saying, but my growing excitement blocks my mind. I force myself to join back the conversation and we fall into comfortable talk about everything. We talk about hobbies and free time, about childhood's dreams and work. And to my surprise, I discovered that Abigail loves to read erotic romances. Never in a million guesses would I expect her to like such books. She argues with me about how they're not cringe and I fight back the urge to laugh in her face. "How are these books not cringe? A fucked up millionaire falls for his assistant. He was a major ass before her, but she somehow manages to change him. They have kids and live happily ever after."

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Every slight movement causes a spike of pain to lance through me. Then, the brand. I reach a hand automatically towards my abdomen and flinch. A sharp pain shoots through my skin, and I gasp. It burns- not the flesh alone but my entire soul cries out as my fingers gaze over the letters branded into my abdomen. Damien's Property. Silent tears turn down my cheeks. How? How could my life have come to this? Just earlier today, I was a bride, and now I am imprisoned in a cage like a dog.

His flared head. I give a low, reeling scream. Suddenly, even the lowest setting on my vibrator is almost too much. Too intense. But I don’t back down. I keep the vibrator there, imagining I’m saying to Callum, “You were a bad boy, Callum, for giving me such an attitude after promising to serve me. ” I give his back another swat. “But you ’ve been taking your punishment like a good boy, so I’ll let you serve me ifyou thinkyou ’ve had enough. ” I give his ass yet another smack, enjoying the shapely newness of it. How sculpted and defined his muscles are. I also enjoy another imagined look at his cock, which is now blooming forth in all its glory.

I do love how she slashes through the tension, even inadvertently. “Absolutely not,” I vehemently assert. “What I’m saying is that I truly haven’t been romantic in my interactions with my past lovers; I am overly attuned to our boss-employee relationship; and I’d already plotted out the need for a surrogate, because marriage is basically an inconceivable notion while I’m building my dynasty. As I confessed.” Through all of this, she’s still clinging to me, her hands on my shoulders, her chest pressed to mine, her lips occasionally grazing my cheek.