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BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::

‎ ‎"You're going to make me c*m all over your c**k Johnny. I'm going to make a mess all over your c**k if you keep moaning like that, Johnny" ‎ ‎"Go ahead. Do it baby. C*m for me. F*****g c*m for me, Charlotte" he responded and then proceeded to thrust harder and deeper tilting me closer and closer and closer to the edge of my release. He was going faster and I could almost swear I felt that damn piercing touch my cervix! I felt electric strikes and shocks going to and fro my brain and p***y in tandem. ‎ ‎"F**k!! You feel so good, baby. You're clenching that pretty p***y so f*****g well, baby"

And then she told me. Apparently, Lilah had met some boy while working at Catholic day camp. They'd had this adorable (her word) meet cute after some poor nine-year-old had gotten a bloody nose on the ropes course. They'd met a mere three days before, but Lilah was already sure he was the one. "You just know, you know?" Lilah said with an overdramatic sigh. This new boy -- John or Jim or Jake or something like that -- had stolen her heart. And her purity ring, as well.

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

To my surprise, he had already prepared clean clothes for me. I came downstairs, ready to go. Luke was waiting for me by the door. He was already dressed in a three-piece gray suit. His hair was brushed up, and he smelled of aftershave. I remembered he was going back to the office today as well. I’d already seen Luke in different outfits, and they all suited him well. Even if he was only on a shirt or in an apron, I still found him very sexy. “Books.” He picked up the book from the table and handed it to me. He didn’t let go of the book when I grasped it and instead pulled me closer. He pressed a deep kiss to my lips.

What is going to win love or hate? this book contains CEO Romance, love, family, friendship, violence and mature content read at your own risk