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She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans. Still locked in a passionate kiss, my hand ventured beneath her shirt, while my foot urged her legs apart. Her shallow breaths resonated in my ears, laced with need and desire. I could feel my cock throbbing against her thigh, aching for her touch. The earlier phone call had soured my mood, but the sight of her rekindled my spirits instantly.

In contemporary romance novels, wealthy heirs would marry a woman in name to avoid being pressured into marriage by their families, and then divorce when the timing was right. Therefore, the man in front of her must be a wealthy heir. "What did you say your name was again?" Jane asked subconsciously. Damien's lips curved into a smile. "I apologize for not introducing myself properly earlier. My name is Damien Wolfe, Miss Austen." Though his voice was not particularly loud, it seemed to echo through the room. Damien Wolfe...Damien... Jane's expression suddenly changed. Could he be that Damien Wolfe? she thought.

I’m freaking out Again. Control yourself Julia, my subconscious began yelling inside my head. Now I know it’s more like being born again. He’s kneeling and the ring’s right there, and I don’t know how to make my mouth work. “Uh,” I said, “Juliana. Marry me.” he said, his eyes twinklingly. “Yes. Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” I said out loud, Flora gasped. Stella laughed out loudly as Nikolai slides the ring down my finger. Roman was taking pictures of us as Nikolai did it. I feel like I might faint, but Nikolai stood, wrapped me in his arms, hugged me tight, and kissed me.

“Rosalind, meet Sabella. Take her hand at your peril.” I glanced at Sabella’s outstretched hand, her pin-sharp nails extending like talons. Gently, I planted my hand in hers. “Pleasure to meet you,” I breathed. This stunning woman made me nervous, but in a good way. She raised my hand to her lips, grazing the skin with just a whisper. “Pleasure’s all mine, darling. You’re ravishing.” The glint in her eyes told me she meant it. “Okay, back off, she’s my date. If you want something to sink your teeth into, the cowboy’s all yours,” Dominic said, gesturing to Dante, who paled beside me. Oh Dante, I understand.

A woman with red wild hair and green eyes in an embrace with a man with shoulder length hair and chocolate brown eyes. UNDER MY SKIN….. The book was about an impossible love story. A broken heart leading to some very serious situation. An unhealthy relationship between a vampire and a woman. It was about soul mates. Vera loved the sound of it and so, she quickly opened the book and began reading. CHAPTER ONE….

She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his chest heaving violently against hers as the echoes of their breaths filled the vast, quiet library. Grace held him just as tightly, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. In the absolute isolation of the East Wing library, under the shadow of the basalt wall, the clinical boundaries holding their marriage together had been completely reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind but the raw, undeniable truth of the man who had built a fortress to keep her alive.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I don’t remember how I got back to the dorm. The rain followed me, seeping into my skin like a bruise. It’s still there—on my lips. In my chest. Everywhere his mouth touched. I strip off my wet clothes in silence, hang them on the back of the chair, and slide beneath the covers without turning on the light. He kissed me. Damien Wolfe kissed me. And I let him. My fingers drift to my mouth, trembling. It’s swollen. Sensitive. Branded.

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."