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I inhale deeply, and as expected, I catch a whiff of his cologne. His green eyes pierces into mine. “How are you?” He throws the question, “I'm quite excited. Although I'm already planning on the papers to work on.” “That's good,” he nods, touching the handle of his chair. We grow silent. I massage the leaflet of the file, feeling it's smooth surface. “So,” I say, feeling unease. “So,” he responds, leaning closer, “Let me cut to the chase. What's going on between us?” “Us?” I repeat, “Did you not get me the last time? There is no us, Callum. There will never be any us. Not anymore.”

"I've been doing this for so many years and trust me, I've sought death but never found it. I evolved with civilization, taking up random names and doing everything I could to blend in. That's how I became the casanova I'm known to be with no background history." Now that was a long pause, Ivy figured that this was the end of his narration. Calvin's story was sad, but it had given her enough knowledge to understand this man who was her mate. With new determination in her heart, Ivy decided that she was really not going to fight the mating bond. She was going to be the mate she was meant to be and she was going to stay by Calvin... Or Gaven's side. She looked away and bit her lower lip, sudde

. They disappeared down the hall, but my chest was still tight with the pressure of what had just happened. Nikolai turned to me, his expression softening just a fraction. “Sorry about earlier,” he said, and I hated that part of me that wanted to believe he meant it. “Had something important to handle.” Amelia warning echoed in my mind. He’s dangerous. I shook it off. I didn’t belong here. Didn’t belong in this world. Because this ship—this life, the humans on it will all be forgotten and I’d be gone. Back to my own life. We finally made it into the room, the keypad clicking green, and the door slid open. Nikolai tossed his jacket on the bed, turning to face me. His brows furrowed wh

The city passed by outside my windows, streetlights and storefronts blurring together as I drove faster than I probably should have. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white. My jaw was clenched so hard it ached. But my mind was crystal clear, focused on one single purpose. Kennedy Davenport had made the biggest mistake of his life when he'd laid his hands on Anya. And now he was going to learn exactly what happened to people who hurt the woman I loved.

he demanded, his voice harsh with need. Camila opened her mouth, taking him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft. The sensations were overwhelming, the feel of Van’s cock in her pussy and the taste of Andrew’s cock in her mouth.

They slept at Lizzy's place that night as she would be moving in to Dan's place pretty soon. Anya swiped the card and waited impatiently for the door to open. She was late, very late. She just hoped to God that Ronan doesn't call her to his cabin. She rushed in and walked towards her cabin. She waved at Chloe and started her computer. Chloe pushed back her chair and stared at her. " What?" Anya rolled her eyes. " I thought you'll tell me what really happened last Friday." Chloe pouted her lips.

My thumbs found her hardened peaks and I teased them mercilessly until she cried out, begging me for more. "Will you ever disobey me?" I demanded, pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. When she didn't give me the reply I wanted, I increased the pressure and felt her back arch into my hands. "Answer me, love. Will you ever disobey me?" "No, Alpha," Serenity cried out, grinding against my erection. "I will never disobey you" "Good",I replied, satisfied with her response. I pushed off the bed and let her slide down my body. Her eyes were hazy with desire, her lips parted and trembling, swollen from my kisses. Her dark hair was tousled.

"No, why is it?" "Well, I read it in an ancient medical book that men want to spread their genes, that is why they want to get laid so badly." I did not understand all of that, but still got the basic idea. This trait was inbuilt in us. God wanted us to spread our genes, that is why he made us like this. So, what was wrong with getting laid with someone? I could see nothing wrong. We could get laid as much as we want, with whoever we want.

All through her time in the US she'd loved going to used bookstores and picking up cheap one and two-dollar paperbacks - the current one she was reading was a super pulpy fantasy from the 1960s. Becca leaned forward from her seat on the couch. "Look, I know I was pretty casual about it with Charlotte, but you and John- I like the guy, and he passed the cheating test -but you really are falling hard and fast here, girl. And you know you're leaving in a couple of months. I just don't want to see you getting hurt right at the end of your stay here."

"You’ve spent the night being used, Jade. Now, show me the hunger I’ve planted in you. Direct me." I look down at her, the legendary Diane Desmond, lying bare and open on the studio floor. Her skin is glistening with my sweat, and her own scent, heavy, musky, and raw, hits me like a wave. The power shift is intoxicating. I am a whore for her, yes, but now I am a whore with a purpose.