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He ordered and she walked to the end, she took a seat and he also did. “Sit upright.” He ordered and she did. “Both hands on the table.” He added and she obeyed. “Tell me what the book was about.” “B… BDSM.” She stuttered. Draven looked at her hands and noticed they were trembling. “Breath in Xalia.” He said and she inhaled. “And out.” He added and she exhaled. “Now, I want you to answer my questions without stuttering. If you stutter, I will get mad, do you want that?”

Each glance, each touch, each quiet word built a web around her heart, and she realized she was caught willingly. As she returned to her desk, she found herself glancing at him repeatedly, even as she tried to focus on her work. Alex was back at his office, unreadable, commanding, but something in the way he looked at her hinted at a rare curiosity, a personal interest that was both thrilling and dangerous. Lena swallowed, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. This closeness was intoxicating, and she knew it was only the beginning.

We did the project and even lost track of time. Our heads snapped to the door as we heard the door creak open, and in comes Daniel. Holding his books in one hand and probably dinner in the other. "Woah, I didn't know we had a guest. Who is this beautiful damsel?" He asked. "Keep your eyes off her Daniel." I warned him, mainly because he has a girlfriend and she has anger issues. She would skin Scarlet alive if she found out he called her a beautiful damsel. "Relax Fabian, I won't touch your girl." He said and gave me a wink before walking to his bed.

They hit the floor with a clatter, pages fluttering like startled birds. “Shit,” I muttered, bending to grab them. He crouched beside me, his arm brushing mine. “Careful. These are rare.” Our hands touched as we reached for the same volume, his fingers rough and warm against my skin. I pulled back, but not before a spark shot up my arm. He straightened first, holding the book out to me. “Here and next time, maybe don't make so much noise.” I took it, our eyes meeting again. There was something in his stare…amusement? Hunger? “I wasn't trying to,” I whispered, my voice barely audible in the dim space.

*This is another one from an unpublished book. It is a bit dark in the middle, but gets steamy at the end.* Destiny Stepping out of the shower, I walked into my closet and looked for the perfect dress. Tonight was going to be special since we didn't have to hide anymore, no matter where we went. I decided on one of my favorites, a fuchsia sleeveless bodycon mini club party dress. I let my towel drop to the floor and I slide the dress on. I went over to my shoes and decided on a pair of silver heels to go with it. I walked out of the closet and into the bathroom where Jasmine was now getting ready.

They took her to the Emergency room. I got back into the car to get her personal belongings. I used the elevator, and the only thing I could think about at that moment was the lady being alive. I've always been calculative about a lot of things and I hated it when anything was going to come in between my beautiful reputation and business. I had a lot of responsibilities as the Alpha. The Blue moon pack has always been my greatest possession. I was serious about it and I wanted it to go as it should. My orders were taken seriously and I have been working hard on business in the human world.

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If anything, it spurred him on. “Matteo—” she started to protest, worried about his injuries. “I need this,” he growled, his voice rough and desperate. “I need you.” His mouth claimed hers again, and any resistance she had crumbled under the weight of their shared longing. Clothing fell away, discarded without thought. His hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve like he feared he might forget her touch. Heat built between them, fast and consuming. Their bodies moved together, slow at first, then faster, as though they were trying to burn away the fear and uncertainty that clung to them. Every kiss, every touch, every desperate gasp was a promise—a vow that they were still alive, still

I cried bitterly as tears blurred my vision. Entering the hotel, I was so weak and tired, my heart beating with a fragile rhythm like it was dead. “Ma'am, welcome to Charlotte hotel, what can we offer you?” The waitress asked calmly. “I want to book the whole presidential floor, make it happen!” “You can discuss the total cost and other services with my assistant.” “Okay, ma'am, thanks for choosing the Charlotte hotel.” I walked away nonchalantly in my weary mode, heading for the presidential floor as the payment process had been actualized.

It was a rather amusing sight, highlighting the organization's success. As the call with Isaac came to an end, his piercing blue eyes turned towards me, their icy intensity capturing my attention. It was at that moment I realized their mesmerizing quality, almost capable of hypnotizing anyone who dared to meet his gaze. "Resume," he commanded, his voice filled with authority, causing a subtle flinch to escape my composure. Reacting instinctively, I promptly handed over my meticulously prepared resume and portfolio, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation in Isaac's presence."Zara Viola McCarthy, a professional marketing strategist." he declared.