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“Let’s go.” As they rushed out of the restaurant, Suzanne couldn’t shake the unease coiling in her chest. But beneath the worry, Liam’s words still echoed in her mind, refusing to be ignored. Favorite couple? Eloise and Daddy Leo Sarah and Charles (Adulteries) Suzanne and Liam Me and my book?

Him! I’m about to scream, but another firm hand clasps my mouth. I try to struggle, but the grip is far too tight for someone as little as me. “Calm down if you don’t want to get caught”, Truce's low, deep voice warns. His breath fans my neck and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin. If my heart was racing before, now it’s running a marathon. This is the closest I’ve ever been to Truce. His sweet scent of mist, musk, and darkness filled my senses. I suddenly realised how warm his body was—a bit too warm. He let go of my hands almost immediately as if he had read my thoughts.

His voice sent goosebumps shooting through my arms and chest. I tried to keep myself composed by shutting my eyes tight, but when I opened them, his gaze was locked in them. He leaned in closer, his voice soft like a whisper. “Then let me show you my favorite spot here. A better view. A better drink.” And when his hand brushed mine, just lightly, my pulse leapt like it had been waiting for permission to live again. I didn’t know that drinking martini could be so sexy until I met this stranger. He placed his lips on the edge of the glass, his eyes never leaving mine as he downed every drop of liquid.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

"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.

His gorgeous bold fingers kneaded her back as he filled her eager mouth with the taste of him. Raw heat emanated from his entire body and his forehead was so shiny with perspiration that it could be seen in the dark. “Damn girl, what am i going to do about you?” He asked against her ears. Belle was absolutely so shook by him as delicious shivers of discovery, zigzagged it’s way down her spine and her whole body. She could hear that his breathing was so uneven and she watched as his lips trembled as they took hers again. Her heart most certainly became a rocket, soaring high above them.

But it was long enough to stir my desire just by inhaling his scent of cedar wood. Damien pulled away slowly, his eyes still boring through mine, his seductive smile still etched on his lips. My hands moved to his arms before I could stop them, and for a split second, I thought I saw Axel. My fingers tightened around his arm and flew to his neck to hold. Getting lost in his eyes consumed me, and without thinking straight, I pulled him closer to me. Cupping his cheeks, I closed my eyes and kissed him like my life depended on it. It was rough going, but the desire inside me was burning like a wildfire.

“I know. I’m just curious. You seem like the type who likes calm guys — you know, the sweet, reliable kind.” Felicity thought about Leon — about his sharp grin, his bad timing, the way he made her feel alive and uncertain all at once. “Maybe,” she said slowly. “But sometimes calm gets boring.” Charity tilted her head, smiling faintly. “Yeah. Sometimes the wild ones are the hardest to let go of.” Their eyes met briefly. Something flickered between them—an understanding neither of them wanted to name. Then Charity laughed softly and changed the subject, asking about class schedules and hostel food instead.

And maybe, though I'd never admit it out loud for the little girl with terrified eyes who'd watched her whole world burn. --- ★ Cassie's POV ★ I woke to the sound of rain against glass and the unfamiliar softness of expensive sheets. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back. Sam's threats, the desperate escape through the storm, the collision with a stranger, strong arms catching me before I fell. Rafael. I sat up slowly, my body aching from the night's ordeal. I was in a large bedroom with minimalist decor, dark woods, clean lines, floor-to-ceiling windows showing a view of the city I didn't recognize.

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.”