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Cece asks her. “No, I took the day off. Aunt Cece, you missed my birthday last week.” “I know, Flower, I’m sorry. I had a show to host. But I’m sure Mummy and Daddy passed along my gift?” Lilly nods rapidly. “I really liked the dress!” A dress from Cece Louvel. Of course she liked it. This suddenly feels too intimate. Too… familial. My eyes drop to the ground. I shouldn’t feel anything. Roland and I aren’t a real couple. But hearing Lilly refer to “Daddy” and seeing Debbie here—beautiful, unreadable Debbie—creates a sharp twist in my chest.

Her dress was disheveled, unzipped, her hair a mess. And the moment she saw me, she deliberately loosened the upper part of her gown further, exposing herself completely. She pressed her body against Ryan, pulled his face toward her, and kissed him — while I stood there, frozen, shocked, unable to move. Ryan was too occupied even to notice my presence; he looked like a wild beast in rut. When I managed to glance back at that staff member, she was still staring at me. Her face was blank, unreadable, but her eyes carried something — hatred, pity, maybe both. I couldn’t tell.

“You don’t love me. You love control.” His thumb brushed her hand, his gaze burning into her. “And yet, when I kiss you, your body betrays you.” Her breath caught. Rage tangled with shame. “That doesn’t mean anything.” Dante stepped closer, pressing her back against the railing, his voice a whisper at her lips. “It means everything.” Then he kissed her. Not ritual. Not warning. This kiss was hungry, desperate—his claim written in fire and silk. His mouth devoured hers, dragging her into a storm she couldn’t escape.

I kiss him back with everything I have, pouring out the terror I felt watching them load him into the ambulance covered in blood. I lean back down and pour every ounce of that unspoken, terrifying emotion into his mouth. I kiss him so hard, so violently, that the friction leaves my lips stinging, the taste of a tiny copper split on his lip bleeding into the kiss. It is chaotic and reckless and entirely toxic, and it turns my blood into pure liquid fire.

They heard the footsteps fading away as the girls left the restroom. He gently guided his fingers under her chin and raised her head. She had her eyes closed, her eyelashes were wet with tears, and her eyelids were coated with a slight pinkish hue because of crying. Her cheeks and ears were a bright shade of his favorite red, brow creased, he gently tucked her lip from her brutal biting, only to find blood on it. Something akin to a feral urge washed over him as he dived in, taking her lips in a soft kiss. He licked the blood, gently pecking her quivering lips before pulling back as she trembled.

He crashed his lips back down onto hers with a devastating, unyielding force that utterly consumed her scream. This kiss was entirely different from the last. It was raw, demanding, and dripping with an ancient, starving desperation. He parted her lips with a brutal, possessive swipe of his tongue, tasting her deeply, claiming every hidden corner of her mouth as if he were trying to swallow her whole. Rosalie whimpered, her hands tightening into useless fists above her head as the ropes held her captive. She tried to fight the kiss, tried to pull her head back, but Dominic’s grip on her neck was like a vice of solid iron.

It made for a very memorable, and sinfully unfaithful, first kiss to start her wedding night celebration. When Red lifted her mouth from Brisk's cock there was a visible line of sticky viscous fluid stretching between her lips and the tip of his cock. It was fascinating to see how far the liquid connection stretched before it broke. For the DVD Red did a slow-motion effect of the shot so the kiss was downright pornographic. They sent DVDs to all the guests.

I think. "No, you are delusional." I stand up, and so does he. He grabs me by my shoulders and pulls me in. His mouth invades mine and I don't resist. I respond back. His kiss is desperate. Lustful. Passionate. Fiery. He pulls my body towards his. My clothes get damp by his body. I grab him tightly too. My hands go up to his beach blond hair and gently pull at it. He moans on my mouth. I'm barely breathing, but I can't stop. I don't want to stop. His hands are on my back and quickly travel south and firmly grab my bottom, pushing my butt cheeks forward, making me closer to him. I pull on his hair again, harder. He stops kissing me and leans back, exposing his neck to me. I don't think twice

Lowering his head, he captured her mouth in a deep kiss. She moaned into his mouth in response, needing more and deepening the kiss. He growled, his restraint slipping. With one hand digging into her hair, angling her head better so he could plunge his tongue in her mouth, the other trailed its way down her back and cupped her a*s. "This—" He growled and tugged at her coverall. "Is bothering me. Take it off" Rosana took the coverall off and captured his mouth again. She had forgotten about the bloød stains on his face and clothes or the fact that he might have killed someone innocent.