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I leaned in and kissed him deeply, our tongues sliding together as the sounds of screaming and flesh slapping continued behind us. The kiss grew hotter, more desperate as Damien’s hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass, my breasts, claiming every inch of me. Then, in one smooth motion, he flipped me onto my back on the sofa, laying me down beneath him. He pushed my legs wide open, freed his cock and thrust into me hard. I cried out as he filled me completely. He fucked me with mercilessly. The sofa creaked under us as he pounded into my sore pussy, one hand choking my throat while the other pinned my wrist above my head. Behind us, Silas and Kai’s broken screams mixed with my loud moans

"I can get any lady that I want with just the snap of my fingers. With that, he was back under the comforter beside Audrey, his mind already plotting his next move. Meanwhile, Jayla had been pacing around her room as the thoughts in her head elbowed each other for space. *Who was that woman? * The voice she had heard did seem near and inhaled with such closeness that the fact Axel had ended the call so suddenly, without saying a word to clear up the moment, gnawed at her. An angry jealousy mixed with hurt was brewing inside of her, about which she wouldn't have the slightest idea how to handle. Without thinking about it, Jayla reached for the first thing her hand landed on-her hairbrush and

Something in him snaps. He kisses me. It’s not a kiss. It’s an attack. His mouth crashes down on mine with a fury that steals my breath. His hands come up to grip my face, holding me still for his assault. His tongue pushes past my lips, demanding, angry. He tastes like coffee and mint and a deep, simmering rage. I should push him away.

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 whispered. His chuckle was dark, sending a ripple of heat through me. “No, you don’t.” His grip on my hair tightened, and I moaned before I could stop myself. His free hand slid down, palming my pussy through the silk, and I jerked against him, my hips rolling involuntarily. “You’re angry,” he corrected, his fingers finding the damp heat between my thighs. “Angry that I left you. A single finger slipped beneath the lace, teasing her entrance, and my knees nearly buckled. “Angry that you need this.”

"Relax." I hadn't even noticed that I was so tense, my body aching for release. I smiled, and rolled to the side, trying to keep him within me. He followed, managing to maintain our connection. I smiled. I never wanted us to be apart. I lay beneath him, and again he rocked against me. The shaft of his cock rubbed against my clit, bringing me closer to orgasm. I reached up, grabbing his headboard, as he began to lick my nipple. The sensations combined, and I could feel the fire within me sparking up again. As I looked up, I saw lust in his eyes. His motions became more forceful, his need driving him now. I could feel my own fire spread to his body, and his own fire about to engulf him.

“I’ll scream if you don’t let go!” He was laughing with a funny face. “Do it. If anybody hears you, I’ll just say you’re my girlfriend and we’re arguing!” Christina was about to explode, and when did she become his girlfriend? What a b*stard. She became anxious when she saw him messing around with her. Therefore, she bit the back of his hand viciously. Matthew was in pain as he yelled and let go of her hands. Christina took this opportunity to run away and dashed into her house.

For some reason, his pulling away made me feel a kind of resentment for him. Why bring me this close to completion without carrying on with it? Why did he stop halfway? I wanted him to fuck me, hard, without any restraint. He had nothing to be ashamed of; I was nineteen, for fuck's sake! I was no longer a minor! Kade must have read the anger in my eyes, as he scooched a little closer to me. His hand roamed around the bed till it found mine, and held on. "I want to fuck you too, Angel. I want to make intense love to you. But there is too much at stake."

Brandon’s face is buried in her neck. His lips are on her skin. Her blood is on his mouth. His mark is fresh on her. He marked my mate. My entire body goes cold and boiling hot at the same time. Brandon lifts his head, blood-stained lips twitching, and my vision fractures. Angel turns slowly. Her eyes are wide. Her body trembles. I feel her panic colliding with my rage. My chest rises and falls in sharp, savage breaths. A sound leaves me. Something deeper.

We’ve stepped into the setting of a fairytale. “No,” I say, ducking down. A book whizzes by, nearly colliding with my head. “Damn it, Karin,” Ansel says. He dodges War and Peace in a close encounter with his face. It seems to further his aggravation. His brow is furrowed and his jaw is tense. “Don’t make me spell it out.” I stare at him. “I-“ He pushes me up against the shelf and kisses me angrily, pressing his lips hard against mine, his hands gripping my hips. He’s more than spelling it out. My body is lit with electricity.