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Something inside her fractured as she read those words. She barely recalled the hours that passed a haze of wine, the sound of a wineglass shattering against the kitchen floor, and humiliation rising in her like an unwelcome guest. To be discarded was one pain, but to be publicly replaced was another agony altogether. Her apartment suffocated her with its memories- Aidan's scent lingering in the air, his books haunting her shelves. She did what any heartbroken woman would do. She go dress to kill. A black satin gown that draped to the floor, a daring slit grazing her thigh.

Chapter 7: Rose: Sean helped move all my belongings into another room and brought food up to dine with me. I think he was trying to guard me without letting me know he was… it didn’t matter to me how independent i was any longer. I was grateful for his company and realized I still needed a strong man to help me. As I sipped my tea trying to calm my nerves before bed, I couldn’t help observing Sean from under my lashes. Tonight I suffered quite a fright, but it also woke something inside of me that I didn’t know was there…. lust. Not for the drunkard that tried to take what wasn’t his, but the act itself that something so hard looking could feel soft when pressed between my folds. Luckily he

Yet Angelo's intensity persisted, and memories of our past began to overshadow my doubts. As he drew me closer, I felt our familiar connection and the tenderness that had become a part of our relationship. His lips taste familiar and inviting, beckoning me to surrender to the moment. I longed for a calm, romantic time like this. He took me off my feet and swooped me up in his arms, his drunken state only adding to the romance of the moment. I giggled as he stumbled slightly, I couldn't resist the charming smile on his face, even as he staggered slightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he carried me up the stairs, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

“He has someone now and I like you too much to come between you two. Also, I was trained not to date married men.” I didn’t know if I could believe her or not, but she sounded genuine. This was the first time someone that was Anthony’s fling was kind to me. The others who knew me always resented me for being his friend, so it was weird to see someone like her being this way. “And don’t worry. Anthony and I never fucked. We only kissed back then. Looking back now… ew, he was one ugly kid.” Angela shuddered. I could not stop myself from chuckling at her words and the expression that came with it. Angela seemed to be a chill person and maybe she was not so bad after all, only condescending.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to betray my intense lust for her. She was just nineteen years old, I reminded myself over and over again. She was my daughter's friend! But then Angel was the perfect distraction I needed from all my troubles. I could lose myself and forget my worries while doing this with her, even if it was for a brief moment. I opened my eyes again and stared into hers. Damn. This woman knew exactly when and how to get to me, didn't she? She ran her nail over my lips. I found myself leaning in for another kiss, but Angel drew back, a teasing smile on her lips.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

I couldn't refuse his advances as that was the little I could do to keep him from getting angrier than he already was. "You wanted the spice didn't you?" he asked teasingly. It was quite admirable the way he didn't let his smile get altered by anything that had just happened. He seemed to be a direct opposite of Troy who was almost like a loose cannon. His hands were holding me close to his body and I just couldn't resist. My hands came hungrily on his chest as that had been on my mind ever since. I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be at that point.