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he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

That sharp fucking rush that slithers under my skin every time she's near. Like an addict catching the scent of their next hit. And we both know what happens if that feeling gets even an inch of room to breathe. Trouble. That's why War's been locking me down harder lately. More pressure. More walls. More distance between the things I want and the things he's decided we're allowed to have. War doesn't look away as Alyssa moves toward the exit. Her dark hair sways against her back with every step, loose and soft beneath the club lights. Confidence rolls off her now in quiet waves—earned through blood, grief, survival, and finally putting a bullet in her pathetic excuse for a husband.

Hard, and brutally. He crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss that's fierce, demanding, and leaves no room for argument. His hand slips around the back of my neck, pulling me closer, pouring every ounce of his anger and frustration into the kiss, igniting something raw within me. I try to push him away, but it's useless. His grip tightens, and instead of breaking free, I find myself surrendering to the force of it, melting against him. The tension I'd felt-the anger, the smug satisfaction-it all dissolves into a reckless, heady thrill that drowns out every logical thought.

Ximena's extended hair instantly retracted, and she shrank back into her small, delicate form. She stood there with her hands clasped together, head lowered, looking obedient and timid. For some reason, that sight made me feel uncomfortable. I pulled her behind me and turned to face the man standing there. He wore a long black robe. His eyes were narrow and slanted upward, his body bulky, his face downright ugly. The man carried himself with an air of superiority, casting me an annoyed glance.

Maybe I was just better off with someone like Bobby. No. I felt anger rise up, a hot fire burning in my belly. I didn't deserve that. I deserved someone who treated me like I was worth something. If Andrew couldn't see past my mistakes, then he wasn't worth my time. I didn't need him either. A tear dripped down my cheek, hot and painful. I knew I was lying to myself, feeding on anger to justify my pain. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to feel some kind of physical pain just to make my chest hurt less.

“How dare you? I suppose you think it would be fun, teaching a virgin what to do? Your surfy mates would just love it. I can see you now, telling them all about the little English, sorry, Pommy Virgin, you screwed. Tight-assed little spinster, but the great Brett Matthews won her over!’ Her eyes filled with tears and she turned to look away. Angrily, Brett leapt off his seat and grabbed her hands roughly. His eyes flashed cold and hard as steel. He turned her to face him and she felt suddenly terrified of the expression she saw on his face. ‘How dare you, you stupid woman! Don’t you recognize the truth when it stares you im the face? You’re hanging on to some soap opera idea of romance. You

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Cradling Angeline’s neck, Stormy pushed her away with surprising gentleness. “Everything is up for you, my Angel. I will show you how cocky my cock can be. Not fucking casual, cause I want to lick, devour and fuck you every day and night.” His guttural voice echoed through my mouth, the words followed by a possessive growl. “Ain’t you a horny wolf? Let’s just enjoy the moment, Stormy.” Her face contorted in a small frown when another moan escaped her. Stormy ran my tongue along her lips, sucking them with unexpected skill before possessing her mouth in a demanding kiss.

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