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Reaching them, I am slightly relieved to see the woman is Roxy, but rather annoyed she would touch him like that when she knows full well he is married. “Oh, hey Alena, how are you?” Her words sound cold, and her eyes are no longer gentle or caring. I am trying to smile at her, but something makes it hard. It is like she is angry with me for something, yet when she looks up at Jackson, her face softens, and she is the Roxy I know. “Roxy wants to know if we are busy tonight?” Jackson winks at me. For the first time, I feel uncomfortable around Roxy. I don’t want her anywhere near us at all. I don’t even want her using his business, to be honest.

"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.

All my efforts at gaining pity are wasted, though, since Teagan’s not looking at me. Teagan leads the way through her office and up the stairs to Rebel’s apartment. I look down the hall uneasily at Colin’s door, but it doesn’t open. As I walk into Rebel’s place, the first thing I see is Alissa sitting on the couch with an e-reader in her hand. She glances up and says, “Hi,” before going back to her book or whatever it is she’s looking at. “Hi. How are you feeling?” I ask. “Good.” She doesn’t even look up this time.

How disgusting. Waiting for Marissa to make dinner, I read a romance novel from my favorite author in my room. Spread across the bed on my stomach, I start to fantasize that the characters in my book are Dean and I and we are in the middle of passionate love making. Overheating and wetting myself, I get off the bed and strip.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

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.

_______________ **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.

Even the millisecond of believing that Bryce was in my bed set my heart to hammering against my breastbone and accelerated my breathing. The woodsy scent of Nox's cologne mixed with the musk of our union would then lull me back to sleep until other scenes infiltrated my night. The waves lapped the shore, creating a rhythm. The hand holding mine was strong and protective. I stared up at the light blue eyes as Nox and I strolled along the beach in Rye. My flat shoes morphed, their heels growing. I stumbled, each step more difficult as my shoes slid upon the pebbles. When I looked up from our intertwined fingers, the eyes were no longer swirled with love, but were infused with contempt.

BOOK 3: Chapter 27: Caught Red-Handed When Greg suggested that he was going to come home instantly, Amanda never suspected that it would actually be the same day. Her mind is completely clouded with lust. Nothing else seems to matter anymore. The guilt—whatever was left of it—has long since been burned away by the raw, adulterated pleasure that has completely overtaken her body and soul. After that fifth orgasm, she still isn’t satisfied. Not even close.

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.