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"Do you?" I rose to my feet. The air between us crackled, but he didn't move. "Think I'm dumb enough to let lust fog over strategy?" I growled. Rafael's jaw tightened. "No. But I think you're angry enough. And angry men do stupid things." I balled my fists in my sides. Rafael moved closer. His voice gentled, but sliced even deeper. "She's flame, Rocco. The kind that doesn't just heat you. It burns."

“Show me how badly you’ve wanted to break every rule.” I braced my hands on his shoulders and moved, grinding my clit against him with every roll of my hips. He yanked my blouse open, buttons scattering, and latched onto my nipple, sucking hard while his fingers dug bruises into my ass. The risk made everything sharper. Every distant footstep in the library had me clenching around him. When we heard the librarian’s voice faintly calling for someone near the front, Jax thrust up sharply, grinning against my breast.

He curled that finger inside of me, brushing it against the bundle of nerves deep inside that would have been clenching around him in no time at all. I let out a raspy sound, half croaking moan, half whimper. Ok, so he wasn’t joking at all. Dante wanted me to look at the man I was being forced to marry as he fingered me. I didn’t know what that made him. Weird? Very much so but I couldn’t seem to look away. I was meant to marry that decrepit old man, and yet here I was having my pussy ruined by a handsome man on his payroll. It was naughty and so fucking hot that it took everything I had not to moan out loud.

Except now it was in my kitchen with the weak winter sunlight hitting us through the blinds and my legs wrapped around his waist. It was wrong and yet the most natural thing in the world. It felt right to be like this with him, even when I knew it was going to cause me nothing but pain and heartbreak in the long run. Men like Dion didn't get into relationships with nobodies like me. That kind of thing only happened in romance movies. This wasn't a romance movie. It was my life, and Dion Granger was going to ruin it again. Only this time, I wasn't sure I cared.

Aiden’s ribs burned with every breath, but Dante was there, covering his blind side, striking with ruthless precision. For every doubt screaming in his head, Aiden’s body knew the truth: they fought better together. Minutes stretched into eternity. Blood slicked the floor, howls filled the air. One rogue slammed Aiden against a crate, claws slicing across his arm. He staggered, vision blurring. And then Dante was there, ripping the wolf off him, golden eyes blazing. “Stay on your feet!” “Don’t tell me what to do!” Aiden snarled, shoving him back even as another rogue lunged.

His nearness set my entire nervous system on fire, a glorious, terrifying inferno. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to mine. Firm. Demanding. He tasted me—bitter, sweet, a heady mix of coffee and morning desire—with an unsurprising dominance that thrilled me to my core. His tongue swept inside, exploring, claiming. I met him, my own tongue tangling with his, a silent promise. His hands moved up to the hem of my oversized T-shirt, his fingers brushing my skin. He pulled it up, slowly.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

If you found yourself drawn to the darkness—the kind of love that burns down worlds—the deeper lore, the dragons, the mystery beyond the ice walls, or characters like Lazarus and Sebastian, you can explore their origins in my other novel, The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate. And if you love powerful heroines who have to fight to earn their place in the world, and fate-bound romance, I think you’ll also enjoy, The First of Her Kind. If you want more—behind-the-scenes, future projects, Q&As, and a closer look into the chaos inside my head—you can find me on the gram @mfs_author Yes, I’m a bit of a controversial author with a knack for dark fantasy/romance. My love stories are edgy, to say th

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

I tried move away from him but his arm was already around my waist so it was impossible to leave. His blue eyes darkened into an almost couldn't hue I have come to recognize whenever he was angry and before I could utter another word ,he shoved me to the wall with a cruel harshness. "Kingston please"I pleaded.He could hurt me again.He always did whenever he was angry and I just made him so .Instead of hurting me like he always did ,he captured my lips in a fierce bruising kiss. AUTHORESS POV Kingston heard her soft whimper but he was too angry to pay any attention to it,he ignored it .