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Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

My thighs pressed together again, this time involuntarily. “Tell me you didn’t imagine my hands on you again,” Damien whispered. “I want to hear you lie.” My breathing broke. I felt heat curl inward, spreading through every part of me I tried to control. “Enough,” I whispered suddenly, desperate. “You have Isabella. Go to her.” Damien gave the softest laugh, cutting with truth. “Lilith,” he said, “if Isabella mattered, I wouldn’t be on the phone with you at midnight.”

I could feel the tremor of her pulse beneath my fingertips as I slid my hands down her back, pulling her flush against me. Her skin was hot, slick with sweat, and I could taste the fear on her lips, a fear so thick it mingled with the hunger that laced her every movement. “Don’t stop,” she gasped between kisses, her voice trembling, as though she was both pleading and demanding at the same time. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I was already too far gone. I pressed my mouth to her throat, feeling the frantic beat of her heart against my lips. The sound of it, so alive and yet so fragile, made my stomach tighten.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

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From betrayal and survival. From a lie that started everything. And maybe, just maybe… was becoming truth. Even if it tore him apart. Even if it was dangerous. Because loving Dominic was dangerous. But not loving him? Might be worse. ---

I said. The truth was between us. My phone buzzed one last time. A new message. Change of plan. Bring Ethan Blackwood. Or your brother disappears before sunset. My blood ran cold. They weren’t separating us. They were forcing us together. And suddenly I understood the real twist. This was never about breaking us apart. It was about seeing what we would burn down for each other.

Rafael soon discovers her deception: she’s not a carer, but a brilliant artisan hunting for his most closely guarded secret, a secret Svan Kann is already weaponizing against him. He knows her secret. She knows his weakness. Tension explodes when their desire burns through the class lines and the age gap. They find themselves locked in a dangerous dance: he threatens to destroy her career for her lies; she threatens to expose the secrets hidden in his private archives, including the mysterious fate of his ex-wife, Toby Lamington. In this fortress of high culture and corporate intrigue, only one thing is certain: they will either destroy each other or create a love as rare and valuable as the

The rain hammered harder against the windows, the room feeling smaller and more dangerous with every word. My body reacted with strong nipples aching pussy throbbing with fresh heat and the dizzy edge of morning sickness mixing in. I wanted to crawl across to him right then risk everything but Alex’s arm tightened around me in his sleep and Olivia sighed softly on Ben’s chest. The tension stretched tight between us like a wire about to snap our whispers full of dirty promises and heavy secrets. Lightning flashed again illuminating Ben’s face full of that protective hunger and forbidden lust. My heart raced faster wondering if the storm would cover us or if one wrong sound would wake them and

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.