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Not even a close friend. I appreciated that. Because she's not even my type. My type is the confused blonde, laying on her couch with her shirt hunched up and light pink, hardened nipples out in display. Holy shit, she's braless. My hands virbrate, a desperation to return back to the couch and finish what I started, fuels me. But I fight and resist. Anastasia also happens to be wearing a skirt. It's riding up her stomach now. 'Lace. If you're going to be a dick then be one, but let me out so I can taste her. Look at her Griffin. You got to kiss that and you liked it. Look at her skin-'

Fuck, I should own that pussy from now on, from the way it accepted me and responded to my fucking touch. I had never seen a girl that wet right in my hands; she’s full of life and sweetness. I couldn’t keep my dick calm as I went wild in my imagination while I fingered her. Coupled with the fact that her beige eyes captured all my attention, she’s beautiful as hell. Anastasia has the kind of beauty of a princess who has been living in the castle since she was born and living a luxurious kind of life, but her story says otherwise. Although she doesn’t look like she came from an orphanage home, she looks royal and noble.

His veins popped as he spoke, and his eyes darkened, indicating his anger. “Oh, Jacob. No one would have believed me a year ago. Who would believe a poor and powerless girl? No one would.” Anna replied, and her eyes suddenly lit up. “But, I am no longer that poor and powerless girl, Jacob. I am now Anastasia Reyes, wife to the richest man in Australia. Who wouldn’t believe me now?” She laughed at the terrified look on Jacob’s face when he realized she was right. “Does this mean that Tristian knows?” He asked, and Anna shook her head.

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The dirt road must have narrowed because the rider fell back allowing the carriage to go first. When she looked back at Macilleus, she found him leaning to one side with his eyes closed. Feeling awkward, Anastasia tucked her knees and pulled her hands to her side. She slid to a corner and pulled her legs up to look outside, even though there wasn't much to see, she liked the fact that she was out of Vilinski and that every breath that she took had the taste of freedom. She hoped that they made it to Oraid as soon as possible. She remembered when she was just fourteen, how Iskra, her secret mentor at Vilinski was teaching her the art of swordfighting and had said

Chapter 16 Anastasia's POV I still pondered over the letter and the name, Annaliese. I am left to wonder if maybe I got the letter mistakenly. I decided to be quiet about the letter and see if maybe my maids would talk about it themselves or if I would get this type of letter again. It was then I realized that I had eaten all the cookies absentmindedly. The Lycans triplets seemed to be keeping the ends of the bargain pretty well. I thought to myself and laughed.

DOMINIC Twenty minutes into the flight. I rubbed my hand against the back of my neck. I glanced at Anastasia. She leaned against her seat, eyes closed shut. Her cheek rested against the armrest, squished on the hard leather, lips parted slightly. Her coat was buttoned to the very last one, like she was afraid her clothes would slip again. They did have a habit of falling off her. My eyes dropped to her chest. I could still picture them from earlier. I’d always had a photographic memory, but that worked against me in cases like this.

It was genuine. “You must be Vittoria,” she said, already moving toward me. “I’m Anastasia.” She stopped short, eyes roaming my face, my posture, the sling on my arm. Her gaze was frank, unfiltered, professional. “Nikolai’s sister,” she added, as if that alone explained her presence and her energy. So this was her. She dressed in black, but not in the controlled severity Nikolai favored. Hers was layered, intentional chaos; textures clashing and somehow working, sharp lines softened by movement. A measuring tape hung around her neck like jewelry. Her fingers were faintly stained with chalk and ink.

Darius grunted. He cut the call as I stood up, brushing a bit of dust off my sleeve and looking around the decaying office one last time. Darius was coming out of his place. He was stepping into my area. By the time we finished lunch he wouldn't even realize I’d already started pulling apart his perfect life. "Regret is coming for you Darius," I whispered, pocketing my phone. "And she’s coming in the name of Anessa." ***

GIOVANNI'S POV The heavy oak door to Anastasia’s room was ajar, but I didn’t bother knocking. I just pushed it open, the scent of her jasmine perfume hitting me like a soft, expensive wall. She was lounging on a chaise by the window, a thick, leather-bound book in her hands. She didn’t look up, just turned a page with a deliberate slowness that was pure, calculated provocation. “We need to talk,” I said, my voice sounding rougher than I intended in her delicate, feminine space.