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I don't know why my heart is doing somersaults but all I know is that I like the feeling. We spent the rest of the day together. I am glad that she is willing to spend time with me. The time goes by quickly and soon we are heading to the hotel. I made arrangements with the hotel for a private romantic dinner. Dante is overseeing the preparations even when he clearly said he was not pleased with my idea. I plan to introduce Helen to him tonight. I am sure he will come to love her. Who wouldn't? Helen is such a lovable woman. I drop her off at the hotel.

~ELYSIA~ As I unpacked my meager belongings, I hummed softly to myself, feeling a sense of belonging. The books in the room whispered to me, a silent army of companions, ready to whisk me away to worlds where love didn't come with strings attached and danger didn't lurk in every shadow.

It felt like he was grounding her, savoring her, almost worshipping her. Dysis couldn't explain why the corner of her eyes hurt, but she thought it might have been the way he looked at her. Maybe it was the way it didn’t feel like surrendering. It felt like being found. Alexander wrapped his arms around her as they came undone, her name on his lips, her body trembling beneath him, heart open, soul bare. And for a moment… there was nothing else. No mafia. No danger. No twisted pasts or violent futures. Just Alexander and Dysis. And the fragile peace of two people falling completely.

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Dom is quick to move, letting the rogues hit one another. Dazed, the wolves stand and shake their heads. This time Dom lunges. He lands on the larger of the two and sinks his teeth into his leg. The rogue howls in pain. Dom lets go, unable to stomach the trashy taste of blood. The other rogue pounces on him, dragging his claws across his chest. Blood oozes out over Dom’s midnight fur. The gray rogue hovers, snapping and clawing. He never relents, making it hard for Dom to regain control. Red fur comes flying through the trees, tackling the rogue. He never stood a chance against my red-headed beauty. She wraps her jaws around his throat, snapping them shut until she hears the bone break.

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But she was able to move him inside of her easily enough, and the exhale he let go once she was situated didn’t sound completely like someone whose freedom had been compromised. Rain closed her eyes and tried to picture the cover of the book Mist had found. She imagined the man and woman on the cover were her and Adam, that instead of being strapped to a chair, his arms were around her, that he was kissing her neck, his lips trailing lower. It made it easier to move, and for a moment, she was actually beginning to enjoy herself, until she realized he was saying her name again, and her eyes came open to the same dark room, the same restrictive setting. “Rain, what were you supposed to tell me

And then — for some reason I can’t explain — his face flashes in my mind as I close my eyes to focus. Damien. The man with the quiet voice and dangerous calm. The man who looked at me like I was both a problem and a puzzle. I hate him. I fucking hate everything about him. I grit my teeth because as much as I hated him, I still wished I had his heavy body on top of me and sliding his cock inside of me. Just the thought of him being on top of me instantly made me more wet like I have never felt before. His cock inside of me, slow and steady and the warmth it comes with. I held tightly to my tits and fondled them as little moans escaped my throat in a tremendous manner.

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”