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He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

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He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

“I'm sorry Miss but all our rooms are booked for the night.” I gape at her. “Can you please check? I don't care what type of room it is,” I pout. I can't pester Miss Katherina about this and there's no way I can go to another hotel when everyone is here. “I'm sorry, Miss,” again with the apologetic tone. “She can have my room; I'm leaving earlier than planned.” My head whips at the lady who suddenly shows up at the corner beside me. She's pretty; vibrant red hair and a charming smile; she doesn't look older than 30 and she smells nice, almost sweet.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

He leaned ever so slightly nearer, the small movement enough to charge the air between us, thick with something unspoken. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, catch the faint trace of his cologne mingling with the crisp scent of old books and polished wood. What unsettled me was what I did not smell. There was no sharp bloom of lust, no hunger clinging to his skin the way it always did with men. Desire, for my kind, had a scent. The curse made it impossible to miss. I caught it on Julian, thick and reckless. Sometimes even on Rowan, despite his restraint. On countless others who lingered too long, who watched too hard. But with him, it was different. I saw the desire in his eyes, in t

And then they both walked out too, leaving me on my knees with tears burning the back of my eyes and shame engulfing me whole in its blazing flames as Oliver’s come dried on my breasts and ruled my taste buds. . . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other completed books? Read CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. Bride To Be. And check out: TWISTED MARRIAGE- A Dark MMf Mafia Romance!!