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I could feel the two of them—the broken star and the vengeful critic circling each other in the dark. The tension between them was palpable, a physical charge that hummed through the penthouse. I’d planned for proximity. I’d planned for a certain level of… shared trauma to bond them. It made the story better. The Enemy to friends arc was a bestseller for a reason. But Anya was starting to look at him with something more dangerous than professional curiosity. And he was looking at her like she was the only thing keeping him from drifting into the abyss. If they united against me, it would be messy. Not impossible to handle, but messy.

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Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.

"The council has enemies." "Everyone has enemies." I set the fabric down, meeting his eyes. "The question is whether those enemies are inside your pack or outside it." He reached for me, pulling me onto his lap. His hands found my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh above my waistband. "Right now, I don't care about enemies. I care about you." "Careful, alpha." I wound my arms around his neck. "You're starting to sound sentimental." "I'm starting to sound like a man who found something worth keeping." His mouth found my throat, teeth grazing the spot where my pulse beat strongest. "And I'll burn the world before I let anyone take it away."

I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l

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So why was she still angry? She had no right to be angry at him. She was the one getting married even if she harbored no affections for her supposed spouse. Her relationship with Brandon was ending or had already ended. There was no need for her to get angry. They were not lovers. Just two people who slept with each other. She was not attracted to him even with how handsome he looked. His brown hair and blue eyes made him stand out in the crowd. And the tattoos on his body made him appetizing. He was sex on a stick, she knew that but she could not bring herself to see him as nothing more than her enemy and also, a temporary sex partner.

A shudder slashed down my spine once again, and I raised my gaze to look at him through the dark room. “ Who are you?” His striking blue eyes sipped through the darkness. “ I…am Loretta….your new wife.” I managed to speak up, and this time my voice knew better than to fail me when I needed it the most. “ Oh wow, let's see who we have here.” He said in a low, hoarse voice as he went towards the window to open it. Once he did, I exhaled in relief. But I was baffled about something; by the fact that a beast's eyes could be that attractive and alluring.

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

I mean anyone knows Icy has a crush on him except Rob himself. " What,... No way. I'm always like this, remember. I'm a model... Fashion model to be exact." "Rob is like a model too, you know.." I'm still teasing her here. Call me bad if u want. " Rob has a girlfriend, Cerc. What are u saying for God's love?" " That doesn't mean anything. Everything is allowed in war and love, dear!" " That would be called cheating, and you know better than anyone how that feels, right?"