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“Maybe I don’t want to get fucked by a stranger at a party I don’t even want to be at.” “That’s fair. So, let me ask you: what if you were home in a warm bed? Would it change anything?” “No.” “Woman!” I exclaimed, noticing some nearby guests glance at us oddly. I offered them a small smile, and they turned away before I focused back on Anastasia. She had her arms crossed in front of her, pushing her wonderful breasts together. It distracted me, especially since her dress showcased her cleavage so clearly. Ana noticed where my eyes went and looked down, quickly lowering her arms. I shook my head, trying to regain my focus before I met her eyes, and she stubbornly held mine. Only my queen coul

“Oh, and now you’re joking. Ha-ha, so funny. It only took you twenty-five years to develop a sense of humor. Just you wait until I tell Anast—” A blacked-out car pulled up beside the plane. The back door opened and out stepped the woman who haunted my waking—and sleeping—thoughts. Anastasia wore a little red dress that matched the roses tattooed down her arm. As she slipped out of the car her long, tanned legs were on display, along with the ruby heels on her feet. There was a slit in the dress that opened up as she moved, revealing a hint of the tattoo inked onto her thigh.

She was saying when suddenly she realized she shouldn't have said things she just did. Oops! "Yesss!" Azhan groaned in a thoughtful manner as he added while lying her on her stomach, hovering over her, exchanging their positions. "I forgot about that porn novels tell me more about them." Azhan said smirking as she at that time really wanted to cut her tongue off. "They weren't porn...that was romance okay... Zoha gifted me that novel." Anna said turning completely red in bewilderment. She tried to push him away but he didn't even flinch a little. She couldn't use her legs as there was soreness between her legs.

"But that's not why I help you. There's something more—something about you..." But she didn't finish her sentence. Anastasia then crept onto my bed. I recoiled instinctively, but she raised her hand to soothe me. Then she leaned forward until our faces were almost touching. I could smell her delicious breath in my nostrils. Her golden irises were too deep as if she had seen too much in her life. I stared back into those mesmerizing eyes. They were framed with long thick lashes that curved upward like the tail of a peacock.

His mouth was curled slightly, and his black hair that was neatly combed back added to his refine aura. He looks like a scholar. The moment their eyes met, Roman could feel his heart stirred. The girl looks so beautiful that he held his breath. Her brown eyes contain an enchanting charm, drawing you in, and the sharp structure of her eyebrows shows her arrogant nature. Anastasia snorted as she looks at him. "I know, I am not asking you to read it out to me." "Oh? Sorry then." Roman smiled at her apologetically. "Hmm, I am Roman, you are?"

Elijah: “Thank you” Anastasia told the maid who took her coat from her. The maid walked toward the closet to hang it while Anastasia watched before she was guided in. She held her mug of coffee in her right hand while her phone was in her left. Her laptop bag was strapped on her shoulder. Her dark brown hair was tied in a messy bun over her head. She wore a black shirt and black pants, and I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have any makeup on.

HERMES What were the chances of finding someone you'd waited your whole life for… in the underground of all places? Lost and feverish from heat, a room away from where Mafia bosses were having their annual meeting. Well, what happened next… was a blur of memory. *** Anastasia tasted the same. Better than I expected. She knocked me off my feet the moment she crashed her lips to mine. Now her hands tightened on my chest. Frustrated, she shoved me off and backed away, flushed.

“You’ve thought this through way too much.” "Because it’s a great plan!" Anastasia waves her hand around like she’s presenting a chart. “Think about it. Hot escape. Forbidden romance. A dash of rebellion. And you know Alexei, you can rely on me to take care of some angry wolves. You enjoy your story, while I will enjoy some action." She smirks proudly.

Chapter One. Anastasia's POV. "Relax your body." My brain heeds to his command and I calm. My eyes are closed, and my breathing is hitched. My lips are caught between my teeth and my hands gripped the ends of the bedsheets. His hands were trailing my thighs, sliding downwards and my legs yearns to shudder to his cold touch. Although, deep inside me, I feel so much warmth from his nearness. His tongue is on my cleavage, trailing down my skin. I want to explode into a million and one pieces, but I remain under his figure.

Chapter Twenty Seven Ashton’s POV After coming back home with Anastasia , a girl I met in Paris who had a way of cheering me up, I decided to put my all into forgetting Marg for good. Haven been introduced to sex she too began to take care of my sexual needs as well all in the bid to trick my body and my mind to forget Marg.