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I let myself in and put the flux infront him. " I got a distress message saying a grown ass man is throwing tantrum..." He rolled his eyes and grabbed the thermal flux.. The moment the coffee entered his mouth, his face scrunched in disgust and he almost chocked... I couldn't hide my smile ... He glared at me... " You came at this late to give me this? Sugarless, bitter, disgusting coffee? Why not give me poison instead?" His face showed utter disgust... " Well I ain't your girlfriend that I will know the amount of sugar you want... What if you had diabetes? The headlines will show that Madelyn Davenport trying to kill Wyne Moretti... I can't risk that..."

I said, but I didn’t move away. “Good.” His hand slid to the back of my neck, possessive, and pulled me in. The kiss demanding, I groaned into his mouth, one hand fisting his suit jacket. When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were darker. “Been wanting to do that since you walked in.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is insane. You’re getting married in twenty minutes.” Damien’s grip tightened on my neck, thumb pressing just under my jaw. “The wedding’s arranged. Family expectations. But the second I saw you…” He backed me against the door, body pinning mine. “I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.”

Blaze seems hell-bent on working through every fantasy in his head tonight or maybe he’s just too restless, too hungry, to stay in one position for long. He changes position again, dragging me upright so I’m straddling his lap, with my back pressed to his chest. His arm snakes around my ribs, locking me in place, while his free hand covers my mouth again. The wet heat of his breath floods my ear as he drives up into me, relentless, each movement shaking through my spine. My muscles are trembling uncontrollably now, my head falling back on his shoulder and my eyes half-lidded. The world narrows to the sound of him. To his ragged breathing, the low growl in his throat, the obscene slap of skin

“Because sane never made you shake like this.” She shoved him back against the wall, rage and need colliding inside her. “You’ll ruin me.” “That’s the point.” His grin was feral, unhinged, and before she could answer, he pulled her in again, crushing his mouth to hers. The lamp flickered, shadows crawling across the room as the storm howled outside. Damian pressed her harder into the wall, his bruised body demanding more than it should have been capable of. Every kiss was a dare, every touch a threat.

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.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

Nina Romano did not sleep. She lay beside Dante Moretti in the quiet apartment, staring at the ceiling as the first gray light of morning filtered through the curtains. His arm was draped over her waist, heavy and warm, grounding in a way she both craved and feared. Every time she closed her eyes, the same thought returned, sharp and relentless. I was placed in his life. The idea crawled under her skin. It made every memory feel suspect. Every laugh. Every argument. Every moment she had believed was chance.

Little did she understand the extent of my restraint. I ended the call abruptly, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She offered a hesitant smile and extended her hand as if in greeting. I seized it with a possessive force, my fingers trailing down her body. She gasped in surprise, her hand intertwining with mine as I traced her curves with my fingertips. Her moans fueled my desire, and she melted into my embrace, her breasts pressing against my chest as our lips met in a fervent kiss. She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans.

"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.

If discovered, the consequences were severe. But the most intriguing part of the book was the mention of a bond between a werewolf and a human, something that was said to be incredibly rare and powerful. It spoke of a love that could transcend the boundaries of their worlds, a love that could either save or destroy them both. The book was a compelling read, and before I knew it, the morning had turned into afternoon. The bell above the door jingled, and I looked up to see a man entering the store. His eyes locked onto me, and I felt a sudden chill run down my spine.