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But Damien’s stare was a physical weight, hot, angry, possessive, making my skin prickle, my hole clench, fresh slick dampening my briefs despite myself. Ronan pulled me closer. “You okay? You seem distracted.” “Yeah,” I lied, smiling brighter. “Just enjoying the night.” He grinned. “Good. Because I could do this all…” “Excuse me,” a voice growled, rough and forced-polite, like gravel wrapped in silk. Damien. He stepped between us, shoving Ronan aside with one massive shoulder. Ronan stumbled, frowning. “Hey.. ” “Can I have this omega for a moment?” Damien said, not even looking at him, eyes fixed on me. His voice was tight, barely controlled, like he was holding back from ripping Ronan apar

A few bottles of beer had broken through the men's reserve as they started to flirt with the prostitutes around them. One of the guests started to lose his temperament. Pushing a prostitute against the couch, he tore off her clothes. Unable to tolerate this any longer, Christina stood up and walked out of the room. Ironically, the corridor had a sense of peacefulness and serenity. Christina leaned against the wall outside of the washroom and closed her eyes. She rubbed her fingers against the temples of her head in hopes that it would provide her with instant relief. When she opened her eyes, she found a man standing in front of her, his eyes filled with lust.

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The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

“You do not have permission to enter this garden. Get out. Now!” She retreated, staring at him with fright before she turned tail and ran off. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She had rattled him again. He needed to calm down or else he’d combust. He plucked a rose and brought it to his nose. This would help him calm down. This would help—fuck! The scent of roses didn’t calm him down one bit. It only elevated his anger because now he associated Amelia with the scent of roses. After a good ten minutes out in the open air, he’d managed to calm down. He headed back inside, expecting Amelia to be in the kitchen, but it was Ming-May who greeted him.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (If your uncomfortable with mature stuff I would prefer you to skip this chapter.) PG-18+ Author Pov Damon skillfully removed her gown and threw it on the floor. Her half-naked body got pressed against his bare chest. Her eyes were staring in his dark ones with fear and somehow anxiety holding in them. His fingers brushed against her jawline making her shudder at his touch. His rough hand cupped her covered bosom making her breathe heavily. His every doing was felt like heaven to her.

Quite big for an average educated girl like myself. As I approached her, I walked in a most dejected posture, my eyes bent to the floor, as I crossed my hands over my exposed breast. When I looked at her, from the way she frowned her face, I know she wasn't buying my fake facial expression. 'Fuck who cares.' I glared back at her. For a moment there I forgot again what I had come to do, not until I heard her answered the phone. "Yes Sir, the applicants are waiting Sir."

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.