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So I told her father I wanted to marry her and promised to compensate him dearly with money and properties , at first I thought he will refused because of my bad reputation and the rumors about me nor that he has any power to tell me not to marry his daughter, I just don’t want to forcefully marry his daughter without his consent, but to my greatest surprise, he agreed, I guess because of the money and property I promised to give him after the marriage, I compensated him after the marriage, I gave me a contract worth of 200 million dollars, and also gave him a share of my company. I looked at the woman in my hands and smiled, she was sleeping so soundly, when I looked at her lips, I couldn’

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

I tried to blink hard and fast enough to keep my tears at bay, but it didn’t work. Anthony wouldn’t look at me or his father. "Anthony!" Alpha Jason matched furiously towards his son. "Think about this. We need Emma!" His father yelled. I swallowed the lump that had risen to my throat. "I can't do it. I can't take a wolfless weak woman as my mate.” Wolfless and weak? “It was all fun and games then, but this is real. Father, I can't accept her just because she's well versed in potion's father! I need a Luna, a strong, capable one!"

Then suddenly… She grabbed his shirt tightly and kissed him. Hard. Passionately. Like she had been fighting the urge for hours. Mateo froze completely for half a second. Then his hand moved to her waist instantly as he kissed her back with equal intensity. The world around them disappeared. The music. The crowd. Everything. Camila felt heat explode through her entire body. His mouth against hers felt addictive. Dangerous. Perfect. Mateo pulled her closer instinctively, and the feeling of his body pressed against hers nearly destroyed every remaining rational thought inside her head.

Luca, my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He's tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum. Of course my fantasies aren't really happening right now. Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. I've really been reading too many romance novels. Seriously. We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I'm barely breathing, waiting for what he's gonna say. I know he's not my "real" dad.

Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

The shy, innocent smile, the glow of her rich, brown skin, the fullness of her lips, the honesty of her eyes he had been hers before he had even met the woman. Like an idiot, he had pined for the untouchable woman from the photograph. He had personally beaten Aiden for presuming to sell such a goddess, taking pleasure in the other man's suffering. Then, his princess had walked through the door of his casino. Like the villain in the story, he had captured her and kept her locked in a tower. How could she love a man like him?

She was a pawn in a game that she had only just begun to comprehend, and the key I had given her was both a promise and a perilous gamble. Bella had rushed into the unknown, driven by a longing for freedom that had clouded her judgment. She didn't yet realize that freedom, in my world, came at a steep price. The car key I had bestowed upon her was not just a means of escape; it was a symbol of her newfound role in my intricate game. She had unwittingly become a player in a high-stakes match, where every move had consequences, and the lines between ally and adversary were ever-shifting.