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Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know him on a deeper level. And so, as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. The aftertaste of chili flakes lingered on my tongue, a faint echo of the inferno that had just raged between Spencer and me. It wasn’t the first time we’d used a little spice to liven things up, but this time, the heat seemed to linger in the air long after our bodies had cooled. Spencer, however, wasn’t finished fanning the flames. He lay sprawled on the bed, a picture of post-coital smugness. “Thanks for that,” he said, his voice dripping with something fa

He glanced up at us and his lips tugged into an almost smile. “You’re cooking?” Ros arched a brow. As soon as Dom returned a nod, she sped into the kitchen. “Oh, hell no! I’m not eating shit by you.” “I’m not that terrible of a cook, so move aside,” Dom said, but Ros didn’t listen and pinched his arm. “Stop it! You’re not a good cook, either.” “At least, mine’s better than yours.” Ros turned to me and asked, “Would you rather eat burned lasagna or one with extra grated cheese and spice?”

His heart was too far gone—consumed by hate, bitterness, and a thirst for revenge that would eventually destroy me too. "Slow down, Adrian!” I panicked as he stepped harder on the gas. "You're going to get us both killed—what the hell are you doing?” My voice shook. Adrian in one of his black moods was a nightmare. Reckless. Impulsive. Dangerous. My heart pounded like it knew this ride could be my last. I still had dreams—to see my family, to get out of this hellhole of a marriage— But he’d ruin it all without blinking.

As she stood, a familiar ache pulsed between her thighs, a delicious reminder of the night before. Spencer had been intense, possessive. He had taken her with a ferocity and fucked her hard, his hips slamming against hers in a punishing rhythm, grunting her name as he chased his release deep inside her. She loved the closeness, the feeling of being utterly consumed. She had known the kind of lover he was from the very first time she'd surrendered to him.

Chasing. When my spasms slowed, he leaned down. Mouth crashing over mine. First real kiss—deep, filthy, tongue claiming every inch like the rest of him already had. Then he pulled back just enough to growl against my lips: “My turn.” He drove in one last time—deep, brutal—buried to the root. And came. Hot. Thick. Flooding me. Groaning my name into my neck like a curse and a prayer. We stayed like that. Locked together. Panting. Sweaty. Trembling.

My chest rose and fell with each wavering exhale. It felt dirty seducing him like this when it had been obvious he was avoiding it. But I didn’t care, a woman had needs, especially under the cloak of a marriage. I let him burn away the lace from my skin, twice over. The hum of the AC and our heavy breaths the only sounds in the room. “I’m not hungry for food.” I twirled a stray lock with my finger, sweeping his body with my thirsty gaze. “What are you hungry for, gattina?”

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I am yours, I breathed, my hands sliding beneath his suit jacket, pressing flat against the burning, muscular breadth of his back. His dark eyes snapped, the last fragile thread of his restraint shattering completely. Adrian claimed my mouth in a kiss that was pure, possessive ruin. It wasn't gentle, nor was it meant to comfort me. It was desperate, demanding, and filthy, tasting of dark promises, blood, and absolute authority. His tongue invaded my mouth, plundering every inch of me while his free hand slid down my spine, cupping my rear through the fabric of my dress and lifting me up off the ground to seat me firmly over his thigh.

I grabbed her hips, sitting her ass onto the polished table like she weighed nothing, shoving her thighs apart so I could step right between them. My hand shot under her skirt, fingers hooking her soaked lace panties to the side. " Jesus Christ, Elena. " I growled against her neck, biting down hard enough to make her gasp. "You're fucking drenched. " "Alex.... you lying prick..." Her words dissolved into a throaty moan as I plunged two thick fingers into her tight, slippery heat. Her walls clenched around me instantly, warm and velvety, sucking me in. I pumped her slowly, curling my fingers on her spongy spot which made her hips jerk forward.