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[The following chapter includes mention of R-18 content. Kindly read at your own discretion.] "You don't think that it makes me unworthy of you?" She managed to mutter out as she held Claude's gaze. "You must have hit your brain if that's what's going through your brain." Claude scoffed as he leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. This time she didn't push him away but responded with the same passion. It wasn't until both of them ran out of their breaths did they pull back.

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

It would be Theon’s Story. HEARTS SERIES Book 1: His Winter Heart (Snow and Eion's Story) Book 2: Changing the Billionaire's Heart (Sereia and Phoenix's Story) Book 3: Billionaire’s Heartless Love (Ellaina and Ajax’s Story Book 4: Billionaire’s Undeniable Wife (Theon's story upcoming) And that is all! I hope you;l support my other books as well! Till next story >_< -faith <3 Again, this is only the end of this story. I will continue uploading the next book in the upcoming chapters.

Fights popped up, but irrespective of it all, we learned to manage our differences and compromised so we could meet at the same angle and understand one each other better. SEQUEL There is a sequel for this book. It will feature Alex and Tife's, kids. It is going to be a celebrity love between the star and the manager. The blurb has not been written but you should grab popcorn and soda and wait for my brake light. By the power invested in me as an author, I now draw down the curtains and give a vote of thanks. THE END.

Upon lifting my eyes to him, his lips just made its way to my lips. This is not the first time Parker made me feel this secured. This is not the first time his lips landed to mine and it gave me the same feeling I felt that day our lips met each other. The butterfly in my stomach, the abnormal throbbing of my heart and the sudden sweat my skin have been releasing. I think I finally found the answer. There's no reason to hide it anymore. This guy, named Parker Wingston is the same guy my heart is beating for. When our lips parted, both of our eyes were locked to each other. Parker smiled which caused me to make a soft chuckle.

Just another stab at my heart that this is not what this is anymore; this is just a moment before he hightails it back home to his girlfriend and his life, the one that doesn’t need me in it anymore. He studies my face as I close up on him, emotions disappearing and stubbornness setting in. A sight he’s seen a million times before. Sophie of old pushes out everyone and anything in a bid to regain control, to stop herself from hurting when life gets too much. Stop myself from falling into that age-old trap of pouring myself out to him and letting him catch me, because I know, that this time, he won’t stick around long enough to do it, and the fall will hurt hellishly.

“Wait here, I’m going to give you something that will help you relax.” Before I could make a protest, she was gone out of my sight. Girl number eleven was now too close to Ace, as if she wanted to sit on her lap. She kept nudging for his biceps, rubbing her arms against Ace’s from time to time. Ace seemed to be oblivious of the lustful stares he was getting from the girls flocking around him. “Got it” Karen came back catching he breathe with three books in her hands. “Here.” “What am I going to do with these?” grabbing the offered books to me, the book on top was entitled ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’

My body was wrecked, my mind dizzy, but my heart was clear. I loved every second. I loved every filthy, forbidden touch. I loved my stepfather’s cock, and I wanted it forever. We only gave in to sleep when exhaustion finally conquered us, tangled together on the sofa, no guilt, no shame, just heat, lust, and the dangerous bliss of knowing we had crossed a line we could never uncross. And God help me…I wanted more.

~Hailey My boyfriend and I had just broken up. My heart was completely shattered, so I went to the cinema just to get out of the house and forget about him. The theater was dark, and the seats were mostly full of couples. I sat down next to a guy who looked incredibly hot, even in the dim light. A few minutes into the movie, a really intense sex scene came on the big screen. The room was quiet except for the loud groans from the speakers. I felt a sudden rush of heat through my body. I leaned over slightly and rubbed my bare arm against his. He didn't move away, but he didn't look at me either. He just kept his eyes glued to the screen.

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.