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– I'm full of fear, when I think about the possibilities of not working out. — Never doubt your potential, my love – he says – it may seem suspicious for your mother to tell you that, but I smell a good romance from afar. You know me well, and you know it's not something that holds me back. And I knew. Desirée had a bookcase full of books. Most were novels, and many of them were read to the fifth page. If she didn't like the first five pages, she dropped the story without even thinking about it. I got tired of seeing her donate or exchange books for others, because she just didn't get attached. But there were the excellent ones that made her sigh at the corners of the house and cry her eyes

It’s always Dr. Brown who manages to ground me. I don’t know why but being around her makes me feel secure. Right now, her hand is on my shoulder. “S-So, Derek is dead?” My hands are cold as the hard truth hits me. “I want to know what possessed you to go after him in the first place?” Director Yearwood demands. “I saw the mask and I thought that maybe I could find you the proof-“ “You were attacked by an assassin who nearly managed to kill you and you chose to go after them in the dark?” The Director holds my gaze but I can see the anger stirring in her eyes. “Do you have a death wish, Miss Night?”

My words are followed by a loud strike of thunder outside the window, shaking me to the core. He steps closer, still smiling, still enjoying my accusations. “I don’t want to kill you.” “But you want to fuck me?” He falls silent, gaze sweeping down over my body like he's considering all the terrible things he wants to do to me just for pushing him. That darkness in his eyes reminds me of the night we shared together, of how he punished me for what I said about him to the staff... Suddenly messing with him is even more tempting. “I bet you want to ride me. You want to control me for a moment, to feel as though you’re finally a step ahead of me," he tells me in a low, sensual voice.

"The view is exquisite, isn't it? All those ants scurrying about, utterly oblivious to the true architects of their lives." "Indeed," I murmured, a faint smile touching my lips. Desiree often indulged in our shared fantasy of playing as gods. "Ignorance truly is bliss, isn't it? Besides, it makes our work all the more…efficient." I turned from the window, meeting her gaze. "You never did explain why I should steer clear of Kade Everhart." Desiree didn't turn or even glance my way, but I saw the subtle stiffening of her shoulders. Hmm... Interesting. Did she have a history with him? "You looked into him? Wasn't my word enough?"

Desire and death, joined together. “Darius,” I whispered, “if your fire listens to me, then listen now. Don’t let it kill you.” His chest rose and fell sharply. “What if the only way to stop it… is to give in?” The air grew hotter, suffused with his silent desire. Every inch of me hurt with the dangerous pull between us. “I can’t,” I whispered, though my voice betrayed me, shaking with want. “You’ll burn me alive.” His lips curved in the ghost of a smile. “You think I’d let the flames hurt you? No. They’d rather die than touch you.”

Secondly, my dick has been getting hard only around him. I fuck both men and women for fun and I originally thought it was nothing when I got hard torturing him. Fuck! I thought his pretty face drew me in at first. But those two brunettes could not get my cock hard last night and just when I saw Adrian this morning, my dick became hard. I want to fuck him and smear my cum all over his pretty face. But I doubt he is gay and that's exactly what I'm going to find out. Adrian Petrov is a mystery that I can't wait to unravel.

he stated, locking his gaze with mine, a devilish glimmer dancing in his eyes. As tension heightened between us, the stakes grew ever higher. Little did I know that our paths would intertwine in ways unforeseen, igniting a maelstrom of passion, secrets, and unexpected turns. Our lives were about to collide, testing the boundaries of love and hatred in ways neither of us could have imagined. Taking advantage of my distracted state, he slipped his hands into my shirt, igniting a rush of arousal and leaving me craving more of his touch. I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress.

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

“Come here, baby.” She didn’t hesitate. Climbed over the console awkward but desperate, knees bracketing his hips. The sundress rode up completely—nothing between them but air and want. She settled down, pussy bare and dripping against the rough denim of his jeans. She felt him instantly—thick, hard, straining. Always hard for her. The thought made her clench around nothing. She rocked once—slow, needy—dragging her slick folds along the bulge. A low groan rumbled from his chest. His hands found her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise tomorrow.

I murmured near her ears talking to myself, I removed some strands of hair from her face and caressed her cheek. "I don't know why my heart feels soo peaceful everytime you are near me. Why it starts beating whenever I thought about you. I don't want to fall for you nor I want yoh to fall for me. But I can't let go off you fron my life....... You will always be stuck with me in this loveless marriage. Because now You become my DESIRE........ THE BILLIONAIRE'S DESIRE. and I want to claim every inch of you..... With my sinful lips. "