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Many readers wanted it to end fast so I did it. I hope you didn't regret reading this book. I promise to bring better stories. You can check out these: “His Wild Love” on Fictum (Completely free); The Bad Boy’s First Love on D****e (Completely free); “The CEO’s Fated Love” on Elf Novel (With coins). [Completely free means without ads/coins/any kind of payment.] Thank you! Yours Lexi

"You're such a good girl. I'm sure you're totally nice to your mom and dad. I bet you get straight A's, don't you? You're such a good girl and you're doing such a.bad thing, and you love it, don't you? You love being a bad girl, because bad girls have all the fun." Her sucking and rubbing accelerated. I felt my sperm starts to rise. "You're going to come soon. I can tell. It's too nasty, sucking a stranger's cock.

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

she whispered. He reached out hesitantly. “Can I?” he asked. She nodded. His arms wrapped around her like a shield. She buried her face in his chest, letting herself breathe for the first time in days. --- The day slipped away in a haze. They didn’t talk about contracts or pretense—just stayed close. Fingers brushed. Smiles softened. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. By evening, Damien took her hand. “Come with me.” “Where?”

My eyes fluttered shut as the sensation sent a shiver through me, settling low in my stomach and making warmth spread through my body. “Anyone,” I swallowed, forcing the word out. His free hand came up to cup my breast. He squeezed my hardened nipple with a mix of roughness and care before rubbing slow circles around it. My lips parted as a moan slipped out. God, it felt so good with him. With Lee, it had always been average, but with him, it was different. Good different. Why the hell was he making me feel this way? “Let's try something crazy, kitty,” he growled against my neck.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

¨ he asked Jessica with a husky voice giving her shivers. ¨If it is not too much for you sir, please¨ she almost whispered. After that said he walked in front of her to completely to the back where the last bookshelves were and stopped in front of them and read the books on it. ¨Here you go Miss Hudson, this will help you a lot i think!¨ he says while placing 3 books in her hands, touching her hands lightly with his fingers making her swallow hard upon suppressing the feeling of ecstasy that shoots through her body after that simple touch of his fingers….

And for a minute, I just sit there, glaring at the ceiling like it owes me rent. Then, I glance to my right. And there it is. The only good thing about today. Devil’s Muse. A thick, absolutely sinful romance novel I pulled from the stack of books Janet got from the hospital library. The kind that has zero shame and maximum plot twists. The kind that doesn’t ask me to heal or forgive myself or do the inner work. No. This book asks me to shut up and watch the enemies-to-lovers pair absolutely ruin each other emotionally and then physically—with very vivid, very illegal levels of detail.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

she asked lightly. “Yes.” “Romantic.” His gaze flicked up briefly. “Hold still.” He rolled her sleeve carefully. The graze ran along her upper arm, shallow but angry. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s not nothing.” His fingers were steady as he cleaned the wound. But his breathing wasn’t. She noticed. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “You are.” He stopped moving. For one second. Then continued. “I don’t react well,” he said evenly, “when people I care about are shot.”