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I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

Book 3: Silken Whispers Riley Pov The soft lighting in the private suite felt different tonight — warmer, more intimate, with silk scarves draped over the furniture and the faint scent of jasmine in the air. I stood in the center of the room, heart racing, wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered my ass. My nipples were already hard against the fabric.

It was deeper than before, harder. “This is what happens to thieves,” he hissed, his pace turning into a frantic, driving blur. “They get caught. They get used. They get ruined.” The desk creaked under our weight, the rhythm of his body hitting mine echoing through the silent penthouse. Every strike made me gasp his name. I felt like I was being branded, every inch of my skin belonging to the man who was supposed to be my enemy. He reached out, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back for a kiss that tasted of bourbon and me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to disappear into the heat.

I said instantly. “Then let go.” He kissed me then, sudden and claiming. The blindfold turned the kiss into an earthquake — my whole body arching, alive with the release of not knowing when or how it would come. His tongue teased mine, then retreated, leaving me gasping for more. When he pulled back, his thumb stroked the corner of my mouth. “That’s the thrill of denial, little one. It makes every gift sharper.” I sank against the chair, trembling, breathless, wanting.

“Say you’re mine. No more secrets, Red. No more bulllshits. You. Are. Mine.” Her resolve shattered under the weight of his demand, under the raw need pulsing between them. “I’m yours,” she whispered, breathless. That was all he needed. With a guttural sound, he scooped her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, his mouth never leaving hers as he carried her toward the bedroom. The argument dissolved into fire—anger burning into passion, mistrust melting into desperate need. Every touch, every kiss was a battle and a surrender, until there was nothing left but the two of them colliding, breaking apart, and coming together again in the only language they both understood.

Elena sighed and pressed closer to his warm body, feeling their heartbeats begin to sync. His lips brushed softly against her neck, his warm breath trembling slightly on her skin. Elena closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations enveloping her — safe in his arms. Luca slid his hands beneath her blouse, feeling the subtle tremble of her body adapting to every touch. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, climbing slowly to her back, revealing soft, velvety skin. Their breaths mingled as Luca lowered a deep kiss to her collarbone, followed by a lighter, almost wet kiss. Elena shivered and arched toward him, silently calling him closer.

The haze of his lust had been pierced by my challenge. He slowly began to move, deliberately at first, then quickening into a rhythm that stole the air from my lungs. The pace was insane, the contact brutal. It was pure, unadulterated passion-toxic and utterly compelling. The tension mounted, but not merely in the physical sense. Each thrust was a question, each moan a lie, each shared gaze an unspoken struggle for supremacy. That's how I got in; that was the first brick laid in my foundation of deceit.

We resumed our initial sitting arrangement, and slowly, Anna strode toward April, and before April could say a word, Anna crossed her leg over and sat on April, her lips crashing against hers without a moment’s pause—hungry and unrelenting. Their tongues collided, twirling, battling, seeking dominance, plunging deep into each other’s mouths as if swallowing air would never be enough. Anna’s hands roamed, sneaking under April’s bra, cupping, teasing, massaging her breasts with firm, eager fingers. April moaned, melting into the touch, arching slightly, pressing hard back against Anna. Anna kissed down April’s throat, her tongue trailing wet lines, and then tugged April’s bikini top down just