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I could feel my body shaking as my hand held into his thigh. “If you drop that folder, Anj, we will stop.” I groaned, clutching the folder tighter while my fingernails dug into the skin of his thigh as we moved faster, making a perfect rhythm together until I reached another beautiful orgasm. “My god, not stopping is dying, right?” I asked after catching my breath. He chuckled. “Open the folder, Anj.” I laughed and cried. “If I worked with you, we’d get poor if we always do this, Sky,” I said, flipping the folder open. It was the newest brand for Absolute Glam, and I could not believe what I was reading. “You’re naming the new brand Angela?”

I tried move away from him but his arm was already around my waist so it was impossible to leave. His blue eyes darkened into an almost couldn't hue I have come to recognize whenever he was angry and before I could utter another word ,he shoved me to the wall with a cruel harshness. "Kingston please"I pleaded.He could hurt me again.He always did whenever he was angry and I just made him so .Instead of hurting me like he always did ,he captured my lips in a fierce bruising kiss. AUTHORESS POV Kingston heard her soft whimper but he was too angry to pay any attention to it,he ignored it .

“You’re only feeling this because of Yara huh? What’s the matter? She’s still playing hard to get?” “She couldn’t wait to throw herself at me but right now I’m not interested in her! Women are such strange creatures. I tried everything to please her in the past but she acted all proud and arrogant. Yet she keeps trying to get with me now that I’m treating her with cold shoulders. It’s a shame that I no longer like her anymore!” “Who’re you eyeing on this time?” Sean was curious. “Seriously?” “You little brat, I’m warning you to stay away from Christina!” Sean’s face fell.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Well, the situation with Carla… It’s complicated, but I guess I just need to wait for the final results and see how things go later on. “Angelo, I will not look for you in any man that tries to woo me anymore. I understand you belong to another. The problem is not that you are incapable of feeling love. The problem is that I am not that person who makes you want to break your own rules and love her like there is no tomorrow. It has never been me, and it definitely would not be me in a thousand years.”

ANGEL “My body might respond,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “but I will never want you. I will never stop hating you. And I will never stop trying to kill you.” “Promise?” His eyes sparkled with amusement and delight. “That makes my dick harder than anything else. The idea of spending the rest of my life with you trying to murder me while I’m balls deep inside you, fucking you into oblivion? That’s my fucking fantasy. Other men dream about tropical vacations. I dream about you with a gun to my head while I’m making you cum so hard you cry.”

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

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Rage exploded inside her chest. Before she could stop herself— Slap. Lucas’s head jerked sideways violently. Shock flashed across his face. Camila hit him again. And again. “You bastard!” she screamed. Years of buried anger poured out all at once. “You just couldn’t let me be happy just this one time, could you?!” Lucas grabbed her wrists roughly. “Stop hitting me!” But Camila shoved him away and punched his chest hard. “You knew exactly what you were doing with that ring!”

She brightened up, but he suspected it was for his sake. “She’s okay, I promise you. We’ll get her.” “Thanks.” All done dressing, he grabbed his briefcase and draped his coat over his shoulders. She followed him outside, and he sensed her reluctance when they reached the door. He also didn’t want to leave, but work called. “What kind of books do you write about?” “Oh, romance. I love love,” Angel said. He thought of that as an irony since she didn’t believe in it. What would she do if he confessed his feelings? She extricated the briefcase from him so he could wear his jacket. “I actually have a book to release.”