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"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

I smiled, wallowing in those same fantasies that had only haunted me. For a year, since I turned 18, I had been daydreaming about the day we would meet our mate and how I would get struck by his manly pheromones, which would capture every part of my being and pull us towards each other. How he would hold my hands, stare into my eyes passionately, and tell me my suffering is over.

But as soon as my brown eyes locked eyes with his greenish-brown eyes, it was as if something inside me awakened. Clicked. The man was beautiful, yes, but he made me feel something with just one look. And if his lips that had parted subtly meant everything, then he may have felt what I did. How is a man besides my husband able to make me feel electrified with just one look? Shit my husband. I wanted to slap myself for even thinking of another man in such a way. Having imaginary fantasies about a man without a face was one thing. But to actually feel lustful towards another human being that wasn't my husband was modifying. The stranger who approached us responded to what I said.

Maybe it was time to do something daring and unpredictable. As I walked back to my apartment, my mind raced with possibilities. If I said yes to Alex's proposal, what would happen next? Would we fall in love, or would it just be a business arrangement? And what about the villains lurking in the shadows? What role would they play in our lives? I knew that I was about to embark on a wild ride, and I couldn't wait to see where it would take me.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“Probably because they’re mostly written by women who’ve experienced rejection in real life, and they write their dreams of becoming powerful.” “But then they almost always take the bastard who rejected them back,” I countered. “That’s the mate bond. It’s how it works. Besides, I’m not reading a werewolf novel at the moment.” Nate and Kam had come in by then. “So, what kind of novel are you reading?” Nate asked. “It’s a forbidden love story,” she answered. I glanced at Kam, and we smirked. “So, is she underage, or are they related?” he asked.

“Well, I did create a million fantasies with you when I was like fourteen or fifteen.” “Sexual fantasies?” “Nah, I was too young to think about that. More like love and romance fantasies.” “How do you mean?” “Like I have always wanted to get married to a Mafia leader and I know that they are propellers of dark romance and I am soooo into dark romance.” The more she spoke, that more attractive she became to me and she was just so admirable. “I love when you talk.” She held her hand to her mouth, blushing hard.

She cut me off. "What are you trying to say, Bethel? You're married to Ryan already!" "I know, but..." I paused and sighed. "You know we were kind of forced into this. So..." I paused again as an idea suddenly flitted through my mind. "Oh my God! Nicole!" I exclaimed. "I think I have an idea". "What idea?" She asked curiously. "I...I think I've gotten a way to know if Ryan and I are really meant to be". Her eyes gleam.