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I was falling apart on his desk and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Then my phone started ringing. Tyler's name lit up the screen right beside my face. Damien's eyes dropped to it. Something wicked and amused flickered across his face. He didn't slow down, instead he fucked me harder, deeper and faster. Making my body jolt forward with every stroke, the desk legs scraping quietly against the floor. He lifted his palm just slightly from my mouth. "Answer it," he whispered. "I can't—" My voice came out in a wrecked and breathless whisper.

When I reach my door, I dig in my pocket until I find my key. Once the door is open, I stumble inside, slamming Tabitha against the wall while our tongues fight each other for dominance. Fuck, she tasted good. She was so much better than any other woman I had ever been with. What was it about her that drew me in so easily? I didn’t come to this place to fuck around; I came to find answers, but here I was letting myself get strung along at this woman’s pace when I barely even fucking knew her. “Atticus,” she whimpers, pulling away and staring into my eyes. “Put me down.”

Blake wаѕ angry and seemed lіkе hе wanted to hurt ѕоmеthіng whеn I shared mу раіn. Thеѕе twо mеn аrе wіrеd completely differently. Yеt hоw саn I bе аttrасtеd to thеm both? Hоw am I even attracted tо Jаѕоn аt аll? Blаkе hаѕ mу heart. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 41] ******** Author Note: Check out my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It is more sensual and has many hot steamy romance scenes and episodes which will make you curl your toes in excitement.

I closed my book and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. “What is wrong with me…” I whispered. Because this wasn’t just attraction. It was worse. It was a curiosity. It was tense. It was something pulling me toward a man I had no right to even look at. And the most dangerous part? I had a feeling… He knew exactly what he was doing.

Sure, the whole kidnapping thing could be a simple act of revenge against her father, but Kaia hadn’t been harmed, so what was the point? Yes, prior to Eton's arrival, his men roughed her up a bit, but Kaia didn’t think it was on Eton's orders. Or was it? Was Eton just playing some elaborate mind-game? Fuck, it was all so bewildering and frustrating—even without taking into account the…the thing between her and Eton that was becoming hard to ignore. Twice. It had happened twice already. It wasn’t even the blowjobs that bothered Kaia. It was the attraction, the sheer strength of it, the almost slavish intensity of that pull. What should one call attraction to a cold, manipulative man one didn

She was determined to make amends for any damage she’d caused and smooth things over. She pulled the door open. Hunter stood there with his hair still damp from a recent shower and wearing cargo pants and a collared shirt. “Hi.” “Morning.” His intent gaze swept over her, taking in the modest knee-length blue dress and black silk scarf she’d covered her hair and shoulders with. Though there was nothing overtly sexual in the perusal, she could sense the male approval there and a shocking burst of heat filled her lower abdomen. Surprised by her visceral reaction, she chided herself for it. This was not the time or place for that sort of attraction. Not that she planned to let him know she felt

The next morning I woke up in my apartment with a mild headache and Damon’s text waiting for me. Damon: You alive, lightweight? Me: Barely. Never drinking that red wine again. Damon: Good. Because last night you tried to seduce me on the dance floor. Rude. Me: Excuse me?? YOU put your hand on my back like a romance novel hero! Damon: And you liked it Me: Did not. Damon: Liar. Coffee in 20? I’ll bring the good stuff. I stared at my phone, biting my lip. My stomach did that stupid flip again just reading his words. I shook it off, typed back fast.

I turned back to the book in front of me, refusing to think about Dorian’s hands on my lap the other day he’d been at the office. I heard myself talking about Milton’s Paradise Lost, but my mind wasn’t there. It kept going back to the dark haired boy at the back row who kept watching me. Every time he shifted, I noticed the stretch of his arm along the desk, the lazy sprawl of his legs, the way he dragged a finger across his lower lip as if he were bored. He knew what he was doing. He was flirting with me, like he always did. And damn me, it was working.

SADIE I hate the way my breath catches and my entire body draws whenever he is near. I hate how he was not wrong when he said he could smell me. I hate when someone can read me. I hate that it is to him of all people I feel this attraction. I hate that his lips are as they were in my dreams and as I have always imagined them since the time he had me pinned against the wall, surprised that his kill had been ordered. “Where the hell is everyone?” I mutter as no maid moves around or comes to offer me wine, alcohol or water, bringing my attention to the fact that none of the security officials were present at their posts.

Amelia POV “Going somewhere?” The stranger whispers, his breath hot against my skin. His deep morning voice made butterflies erupt in my stomach. “I-um” I stuttered, not exactly sure on what to say. He just chuckles and pulls me closer, nuzzling my neck. “I- I should leave” I stuttered. “No,” he said firmly. I let out a loud gasp, when he pushed me to lay flat on the bed and pinned me down. “What are you doing?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.