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“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

And when we tore apart, the fire in his stormy gray orbs that burned with the same heat, making a mess of my core. Trapped between his large, muscular arms, restraint clouded his features, the war in his eyes making my nipples jut against my sheer nightgown. “I won’t settle for one kiss.” I breathed between my panting. “Two kisses then. And two thrusts.” His smirk was a little too cunning, too wicked. Nothing good ever came from bargaining with my devil. But this once, would he let me win? My legs quivered from the lust burning under my skin. I stared at his lips, avoiding his eyes for fear of what I might find there.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

Damn, I could feel heat pooling between my legs already, my pussy getting slick just from standing this close to him in the pitch black. His fingers flexed on my hip, not pushing me away. “Easy, Riley. Stay right there a second. I’ll get the fire going stronger so we can see.” His voice was low and rough. He kept his hand on me as he moved us toward the living room, guiding me. My body followed without thinking, thighs rubbing together with every step and making my clit throb. We settled on the rug in front of the fireplace. Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” “Why didn’t you come find me? I was waiting for you.” “I’m sorry, Rose. I’m sorry.” “I was waiting for you.” I woke up drenched in sweat, my heart beating fiercely against my rib cage. My arms and legs were tangled and twisted around the bedsheets, a result of the wet dream I’d just had. Oh God! That was crazy. Why did I dream of Lorenzo as my lover? And on top of that, we kissed and had sex.

This is all I want. Elsie brought her hands down to the front of his shirt, gently pressing against his muscular pecks. His firm muscles tightened beneath her hands, making her want him so badly that her legs trembled with anticipation. The kissing became more passionate by the second, like an upward roller coaster. Their tongues continued their sensual dance. There was an eagerness in their kiss, one that hadn't been there previously. It made it very clear to Elsie that he wanted this just as badly as she did.

He kissed me on the lips towards my neck while his hand was on my breast and licked it, of all the times I had sex with other boys, you can only set my body into fire and felt a strange warmth in my body, Fabian kissed me neck and sucked it a bit so I moaned, his kiss went down to my shoulders and chest so I slowly lay down while fabian was still kissing me down, he stopped in the middle of my thigh he did not think twice to lick it and suck it over and over again. He inserted his tongue and twisted it I felt the itch so I just moaned loudly because of pleasure. I could not imagined that this is happening now gosh it’s my dream to have sex with him. I was bent down while Fabian is thrusting

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.