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Ramon's voice cuts through my panic, grounding me back in the present moment. I force a smile and slip into the passenger seat, and we pull away immediately. Our conversation begins as it always does, with Ramon's gentle persistence and my careful deflection. "It's been a week since I brought this up, so when are you going to give me a real chance, Antonia? Let me prove that my feelings for you are completely genuine." His question is predictable, but it still makes my stomach tighten with anxiety. Ramon is everything a woman should want in a partner: kind, hardworking, respectful, genuinely caring. He treats me as an equal, asks for my opinions, listens when I speak. He's the complete oppos

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

But just as I was about to let his cock slide into my dripping entrance, he suddenly grabbed my waist and stopped me mid-act. We locked eyes immediately, and he suddenly said, his voice low and steady; “You've got a pretty face, Paige, but trust me, you've also got one heck of a fine striking and spotless ass right behind you, so why do you think I want to stare at your face while I fuck you?” He smirked and continued, “Turn around. I'd rather watch those fine ass bounce smoothly against my cock while you ride me dirty.”

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

I asked, fighting the urge to bash Matt's head against the wall. She smirks confidently, with her hand propped on her hip, "Yes, someone had to show little Miss Charity Case here where she belongs. And it's not dressed in gowns she can never afford, nor is it on your arm." She said, her face red with anger as she stared at Sloane. "Give it a rest, Roxanne. I only fucked you once, and it was a mediocre screw. I don't know what everyone's told you, but the only good thing about you is the fact that you have an on-staff doctor ready to cure your sexually transmitted diseases."

Bare, fragile, hurt. I didn’t like it. I hated it. “No.” “But you want it?” My cheeks flared, and my skin was suddenly vulnerable. My breathing increased. “And I know what this woman is offering. She’s bold, fresh, raw, youthful… what else?” I felt Gabriel’s breath on my neck. He was now standing behind me. My stomach stirred up from the building pleasure inside me. “Hungry for passion, warmth… sex.” Oh, God! I moved away from him. I shut my eyes briefly, composing myself to its rational state. “Mr. Stark… I don’t think it’s appropriate—”

“But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.” He pulled her up and kissed her. Deep. Intimate. Then rougher. Clothes were torn away. Hands everywhere. He bent her over the padded bench, wrists cuffed loosely. A flogger traced her spine. His mouth followed, marking her skin, fingers stretching her. They moved together hard and close. He took her from behind first, driving deep until she cried out. Then he turned her face-to-face, legs wrapped around him, slow rolling thrusts, eyes locked. Control threaded with tenderness. Light restraints. Gentle pressure at her throat that stole breath and se

I cried, my fingers tightening in his hair. He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. He ate me like he was obsessed— messy, hungry, and relentless. His tongue dipped inside me, fucking me with slow, deep thrusts before returning to my clit. He sucked harder, then softer, alternating rhythms until I was writhing beneath him, hips grinding against his face shamelessly. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby,” he growled between licks, his voice muffled against my pussy. “So sweet and wet for me. Such a good girl.”

Dante groaned loudly, his hands reaching out to grab her hips. She spun around again, straddling him once more, but this time she pressed her breasts against his face, letting him feel their softness. She ground harder, faster, her pussy rubbing against his cock through their clothes. “You’re so hard for me,” she whispered, biting her lower lip. “I can feel how much you want to fuck me.” Dante’s hands squeezed her ass, pulling her down harder. “Then let me,” he growled. “Let me take you right here.”

I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me. The woman had a long dark wavey hair, and deep green eyes just like the ocean. Ruby's body pressed against mine in a way that was all performance. Asides Raven, Ruby was my best girl. She was a perfect distraction, a warm body to celebrate with. My thoughts ran back to Damien Blackwood. The untouchable CEO, the man who thought he owned Manhattan. Captured like a rat in a trap by me. The ambush had been perfect, and my men had hauled him ou