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But Angelina just shook her head slowly even with the same expression. "No need to make any alibis. Besides, what's wrong with a husband and wife making out? I'm sorry for disturbing you. Continue your activities." Sure enough, Angelina could no longer be controlled. If she already assumed something, whatever happened and what was shown in front of her face would not be able to break her assumptions. After the door to the room closed, Rasha and Kevin turned their heads slowly. Their movements were broken with tense expressions, soon one of them would speak.

"Over my dead body." "No, over your people's dead body, Zel. Maybe once you see me kill a few you'll change your mind. And forget what I said about taking off that Alpha's head. I'm going to rip your Beta's throat out right in front of your eyes." "You're not going to touch Penn." I whispered. "I won't let you." "When will you realize you're not in control this time? The only control you have is how many people I kill before you decide to give in. You loved me once and you can love me again."

It’s in the Fanning marriage rules not to let anything into my vagina until three years into marriage, which is why Zeath’s finger working in and out of me causes me to wrap my arms tight around his neck, thrusting my hip with his motion. “I might reach, Zeath…” I pant out. Zeath doesn’t reply, or even register what I said. “I might fucking reach!” “Copied.” Copied? Fuck, Zeath, you’re driving me to orgasm! “If I get pregnant...” I rasp, “…and it’s a male― ahh!” I don’t know what the fuck he did but he hit something when he curled his finger up in me. Now the rest of my sentence comes out with a shudder. “Would you come back to me?”

We were the one that proved collaboration was superiority. Eli wrapped his arms around me from behind as I stared at the nameplate on our office door: Chen & Associates - Strategy Meets Authenticity. "You did it," he whispered against my neck. "You gave up control and ended up with everything." "We did it," I corrected. "And that's the point, isn't it? The only thing worth controlling is the choice to trust someone else's vision as much as your own." He spun me around, kissed me like a promise. "What comes next?"

Zayn said Not being able to control her frustration she burst out in tears "I can't help being like this! After the day i went to berserk i can feel my powers grow and it scares me. i can't find my wolf adds fuel to the fire. Every single fucking second i fell like i am gonna loose control and destroy everything and turn into a mad woman..." Before Gigi could say any further Zayn shut her up by smashing his lips on hers It was a passionate but short one Pulling away Zayn placed his forehead on Gigi's and inhaled her mesmerizing scent "My cherry would never be a mad woman" He said softly "But what if i does?" Gigi whispered

Yes, I do love her but I will force her nor hurt her in any way just so I can have her. My hand was shaking as I read all the information about wartex. After reading all the information about wartex I dropped the book and ended up sitting on the floor. Soon Zayne and I will be one for good and he will be the only one who controls our body and he will also have all my power when we become one. Sh*t! This is not true! How can Zayne do that to me?! How could he fool me?!

Alpha Zedex Zov my wolf, sneered in rage within me, as I tilted my head to the side to see who dared interrupt my order. At this point, he was the one taking control, as my brownish eyes color glowed brightly like a ring of fury fire. Anger was surging through my veins as I clenched and unclenched my fist. Zov isn't planning to take it slightly with whosoever it may be. It always baffled me why he always took control of my mind whenever it concerned Camila.

That did not happen. This is clearly just another wildly inappropriate sex dream about my trainer. Again. Fantastic, Lyra. Truly thriving. Groaning, I squeeze my eyes shut. Wow. Just… wow. How pathetic can one woman be? There is no universe where Zane loses control like that. Even if—hypothetically—he finds me sexy, he would never let himself go. He’s all rules and restraint and brooding self-control. The man probably schedules his emotions. I take a deep breath, forcing my heart to slow, trying to sort fantasy from reality.

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A trickle of fresh blood seeps from the wound on his forehead that he didn’t even bother to bandage last night when he got home. I take a deep breath. I might not know him well, but I understand him. Zayn is a man built on a foundation of total control. He likes to be in charge, and I can play into that. I can twist myself into submission when totally necessary, I suppose. “May I please fix your forehead before it leaves a scar?” “No.” “Pretty please?” “Do not touch me. Ever.” “Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.”