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CAMILLA “Do we have a deal?” Rhys asked, his hot breath fanning my pussy and clouding my thoughts. I knew it would be near impossible to accomplish this task because I was already resisting the urge to clamp my legs together with his face right in it. Desire pooled in my abdomen, my body quivered with heat and with fog in my brain, I whispered in a shaky breath. “Deal.” He chucked deeply, “good fox.” I barely had time to breathe.

To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy. Which is when blinding clarity finally descends like a lead weight to my skull, nearly staggering me in its abrupt finality. This has gone altogether too far into the abyss. If there is any hope of extracting my pristine soul from the maw of this madness, I must needs confront the matter head on. The source of this disease must be cut fully from my boundless potential, by any means required. Even if that prescribed remedy defies every principal of decency and honor I've sworn my noble sport upon. Luca was correct - much as it galls me to admit.

“She never deserved you. But I do. I see you, Alex. The real you. The good man who still makes me feel safe… and so fucking turned on I can’t think straight.” Thunder boomed again. The lights flickered once, then held. Alex’s control finally snapped. He surged up from his chair, one large hand cupping the back of her neck as he pulled her into a devastating kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was years of repressed desire exploding between them. His mouth claimed hers with raw hunger — tongue sliding deep, teeth nipping her lower lip, devouring her like a starving man. Victoria moaned into the kiss, rising on her toes to press her body fully against his. Her hands fisted in his shirt as his other arm

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FORTY-ONE He turned off the gas and picked me up like an object and dropped me carefully on the chair. He sighed nervously and pocket his hands. "it's fine if you don't want to say it now,I understand"I held his face calmly but he only smiled. "I wanted to,But I don't know how you're gonna take this" "Just say it"I pressured and he nodded.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

Fearing what the options could be, a lone tear found its way down Desire's face. "The first option is to have you killed by hanging, the second one is to send you to the Harem while the third one is to make you my private maid and you're the only person who has the privilege of this rare chance. So, my dear little Dove, what do you say?" Desire knew the second and third option was a death sentence, a life sentence that could get her killed at anytime, so why not take the death right now? Much to his disappointment, Desire looked at him without thinking about the rules.

I clamped them back immediately. Daniel chuckled softly, a sound that betrayed the hardened look of desire in his eyes. “Why are you fighting what you really, really want?” He moved closer, slowly, making my heart beat five times than it normally did. My chest rose and fell heavily as he bent over me, placing his hands on either side of me on the bed. “Daniel…” I dropped my back down to the bed, my pulse thudding hard in my ears. His eyes quickly traveled down my body before returning to my face. “I can bet you’re wet for me now.”

JEREMY “ Not even a thank you?” I said to myself while she slammed the rear door and hurriedly entered the school without looking back. I decided to rearrange the files she scattered around and wait for her while she was gone. I was alone in my thoughts thinking about how this girl was able to capture my heart in the shortest possible way. I came back to reality with a phone buzz. I checked and it was my grandmother. I rolled my eyes as I picked up the call. With a fake cheerful tone “Hii Granee, how are you doing?” “Don't Granee me since you don't want my happiness and I'm not fine if you care to know.” She responded. “ Aww, how can I not want the happiness of my dearest person? And what is

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.