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he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

He ended up at a table with the rest of the office. “Have you noticed how popular the CEO romance genre is yet?” Robert asked him. “We keep a tally and it’s definitely the most popular.” Zach had most certainly noticed that CEO romances popped up the most in his inbox followed by Italian billionaire playboys. “I have, do you know why that is?” Rose cleared her throat.

I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me. The woman had a long dark wavey hair, and deep green eyes just like the ocean. Ruby's body pressed against mine in a way that was all performance. Asides Raven, Ruby was my best girl. She was a perfect distraction, a warm body to celebrate with. My thoughts ran back to Damien Blackwood. The untouchable CEO, the man who thought he owned Manhattan. Captured like a rat in a trap by me. The ambush had been perfect, and my men had hauled him ou

I keep a steady pace with her studying her pretty long wavy brown hair she has pulled into a messy bun atop her head, and the silver dress she is wearing with a sequence with a red lip to tie it all together my friend is beautiful and achingly so. We continue bobbing and swaying to the music when I feel a prickling sensation run down my spine and makes my blood run cold. I discreetly take a look over Sydney's shoulder and when my eyes clash with his very eerily bright blue ones, my steps falter and I almost collapse to the ground. Roman Russo is here. Roman

(Ethan Blackwood – POV) I had lived through boardroom battles, hostile takeovers, and men who smiled while plotting my destruction. None of them intimidated me the way that Sophia Reed intimidated me when she was too close and looked at me like I was still the man she once loved. I brought her home. Not her home. Mine. It was an instinctive decision, not a rational one. Security said it was safer than any hotel. I told myself it was a temporary solution. A necessary solution. A professional solution.

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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.”

My fingers curled around the handle of a blade that was long, slender, honed to a sadistic point. I lifted it slowly, letting the overhead light catch the edge, letting him see every detail. His breathing hitched, eyes darting wildly between my hand and my face. I smiled. “You know why betrayal stings the most?” I asked, dragging the tip lightly across his cheek. A stream of blood dripped instantly, sliding down the curve of his jaw. He flinched, a strangled sound catching in his throat. “It’s because it always comes from someone I trust.” His pleas rose into unstable wave of sobs, words spilling over themselves, but I didn’t hear them.

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.

She sounded tipsy and paled; it was as if she didn't recognize me as the man she saved a few days ago. He hesitated, but her hand slid into his, her gaze raw and pleading. "You won't be!" Instead, I pull back and study Rosa, a smile on my face. Her blue eyes are drinking me in shamelessly, lips tugging upwards into a smirk as she knows what I'm thinking. I reach up and tangle my hands through the strands of her soft brown hair, loving how it feels between my fingers. Our kiss was slow but urgent, like two storms colliding. I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Clothes fell to the floor like forgotten doubts. In the heat of the moment, sorrow turned to fire, and pain into pa