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I wish I don’t have to go running to her again but a desperate soul has little or no choice. As I walked out of the bunk room and across the hallway leading to Joan’s office, the tiredness I felt on the inside is evident in the way I was carrying myself. The past few hours have been nothing but unusually topsy-turfy. I know my life has been like that since I met Leo. But this is rather happening at an alarming rate. The night started nicely with the romance Sebastian gave that left me breathless for hours but ended in the fucking shoot-out from Bale. Now I am caught in the fix, two important people in my life might be someone more than who I taught they are.

“Come on, spill. I heard rumors about the penthouse, the tension, the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you and lock you away at the same time. Has the ruthless Matteo Moretti finally been… tamed? Or are you two still hate-fucking your way through every argument?” Heat flooded my cheeks. The memory of this morning flashed through me riding him slow and deep, then the shower, his body pressing me against the tile, my whispered confession still echoing in my head. “It’s complicated,” I muttered, but the way my body reacted gave me away. “There’s hate. There’s… a lot of other things too. He’s not gentle, but sometimes… sometimes he stays. He held me this morning. Kissed my shoulder li

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

She nodded, wide-eyed but still aroused, her walls fluttering around me. “Yeah, I’m awake,” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just… watching something on my phone. Bad dream or something. Go back to sleep, bro.” Brady paused. “Alright. Sorry. Night.” His footsteps faded back toward the living room. The second they disappeared, I uncovered Cassandra’s mouth and kissed her hard, tongue sliding deep as I started moving inside her again, slow, deep thrusts that made the bed creak softly. “You’re so fucking risky,” I whispered against her lips, grinding my cock deep into her cum-filled pussy. “Brady’s right outside and you’re still dripping on my dick.”

The pressure was too much, his eyes felt like they were piercing a hole in my soul and my heart rate kept increasing the closer he got. “Good morning sir.” I stuttered and his glare intensified as he walked faster and my back hit the wall. My breathing was erratic and I could hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears as he placed his hands on the wall imprisoning me. “Alessia Gonzalez. Who would have thought that my sample thief would just waltz into my building after running away from me!” Axel growled and my hands started to tremble at my sides. My breaths came out in shallow pants and my eyes fell to the ground as I avoided his cold and piercing gaze.

He didn’t wait for her to move, but without warning, he devoured her, consumed her with his fiery passion. She gasped as she didn’t expect him to be a little rough, but she liked it. They went through a storm of wild sea and entered the passionate fire. She cried, as it was unexpected. He built a rhythm and continued it higher until finally the peak was reached. They shattered with moans and gasps. He smiled at her. “Baby, you are the best for me.”

I swallowed when he placed the pad of his thumb against the side of my mouth and swiped slowly. My core, my heart and body were ablaze from his touch and when he rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip, moving it back and forth, it felt like I was going to melt. I exhaled and parted my lips a little, then he pressed his thumb against my bottom lip with a little pressure. His eyes met mine and they were darker than usual, holding something in them that I desperately hoped was want or need. Fuck, I can’t wait to marry him.

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

As I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the large windows, I would imagine Arben beside me, holding me close. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the sound of his deep voice—it all flooded my senses, igniting a yearning that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget the reality of my situation, but the guilt gnawed at me relentlessly. It whispered that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that I should resist and fight against my emotions. A pure, innocent virgin Muslim woman… With a ruthless gangster, who operated in the mafia and destroyed lives?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :- {Story of ARIV Arjun Kashyap and CHITRAGANDHA Aggarwal} ~Blurb :- "Why am I here, Ariv?", She asked him while clutching her clothes tightly. She was nervous because She was alone with the beast. "For Welcoming your death", He said as his gazes were screaming and sending chills down her spine. "Death?", She murmured and her breathing labored because of his words and those intense gaze. Ariv chuckled darkly when he saw fear, pain, and panic in her black eyes. Sweats start