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Britney twisted. Mr. D'Angelo dropped to the floor in a heap, moaning in agony. Britney hopped off and bent over him. Before she could react, he sprang at her. His hand slammed into her throat. She tried to scream, but he choked off her air. The world flew past and then she slammed into the bed, Mr. D'Angelo on top of her. Fear hammered in her heart. She kicked and struggled. And then his mouth bit into her neck. A shudder ran through her body. Euphoria filled her. The virgin gasped. Her pussy became molten fire as Mr. D'Angelo drank down her blood. Every beat of her heart pumped more and more into his mouth.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

The way her stomach had dropped, the way the world had tilted sideways, the way she cried her heart out. The courtyard café at Silver Lake was just like Alex had said: plants spilling over every surface, a little water fountain, and furniture that didn't match yet looked like it had been carefully chosen. It should have been romantic. Angela was set on not feeling anything romantic about it. Alex was already there, sitting at a table in the rear. He wore trousers and a soft gray pullover that made him look friendly and unreasonably good-looking. When he spotted her, his whole face lit up with a devilish grin, and Angela felt her stomach dip in a way she immediately resented.

"Elysia, get to the panic room!" I stumbled through the chaos, my heart pounding in my chest as the reality of the situation crashed down upon me. The walls trembled with the force of the invaders, and I could feel the anger of the Alex pulsing through me. The bond I had so adamantly refused to acknowledge was now a lifeline, connecting me to him. Once in the library, books began flying from their shelves as I searched for the hidden panel. "Where is it?" I screamed internally, desperation giving my voice a feral edge.

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When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

Why should she apologize to her? She didn't want to! She stubbornly raised her head, and tears were streaming down her face. She bit her lip, and her voice trembled. "Darren, I won't apologize to this woman. I love you; that's all. Is there something wrong with loving you?" Darren frowned impatiently. His aura was already powerful, and now he exuded a sense of danger. When he lowered his face, the air seemed to freeze around him, and where his gaze fell, the temperature rapidly dropped.

I was wondering how and why my mother had allowed her up into my room when she was up in my face, closing up the distance between us. “What are you trying to do…?” I wanted to back away from her as I felt the heat with which she was coming at me. I didn't want things to get too complicated on her visit there. “You know what I'm trying to do…” she said as she had her right hand at her back all that time as she was in such an inconvenient proximity. “I'm trying to reignite the flames of our passions once again no matter what it's going to take…” It almost felt like she was speaking a foreign language at that point, but then, I could understand where it was all going.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

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