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"I'm not asking you to love me. I'm asking you to trust me. There's a difference." I looked at his hands around mine. Warm. Calloused. Real. "What do you get out of this?" I asked. Damian smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "I get to watch Julian Thorne burn. And I get to do it with the most dangerous woman I've ever met by my side." I thought about my mother, sleeping in her hospital bed. I thought about Julian's thugs in the penthouse. I thought about the recorder hidden in my bra,the evidence backed up on three servers.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

Every touch sent warmth rushing through my body. The red lace suddenly felt too thin beneath his gaze. Too revealing. But Sebastian touched me like he admired every inch of me. Like I was something precious. Something dangerous. The storm outside shook the windows while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck again. I buried my fingers into his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by how good he made me feel. No one had ever kissed me like this before. No one had ever looked at me like they were terrified of wanting me too much. And somehow… That made this even more dangerous.

I gasp as my forehead meets his hard chest, my heart thumping in my chest. He pulls my hair painfully as he tilts my head upwards before his lips slams to mine and I'm gasping for air as he steals my breath away when he sucks on my lip, moving from the lower one to the upper one and again. I thrash in his hold, my books scattering to the floor of the elevator as Damien presses my jaw firmly but not painfully as he slips his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine. And then, he sucks my tongue, hard. Painful.

The bright glow of the lightning in the room reflecting on our glistening and sweatcoated body as we moved in sync to an erotic and passionate dance that only we could understand. George's grip on my hips tightened as he trust and rammed into my slippery folds drawing moans and loud gasps from my parted lips. He moved his hands from my hips and wrapped it around my neck and pulled my body to his. My back came in contact with his broad chest, his grip on my throat tightening as he thrust into my throbbing and I was lost in a symphony of moans of pleasure. I could feel the tightness in my core. My inner walls clenched violently around George's manhood as his grip on my throat tightened, almost

I smirked, leaning closer, letting the heat of my gaze settle on her. Our noses touched, and her warm breath feathered across mine. She raised her arms, wrapping them around my shoulders to pull me closer, desperate to close the distance. But I stayed still, solid and unyielding, letting my other hand glide beneath her neck, caressing her collarbone and the top curve of her chest, teasingly and possessively. “What… what’s happening?” she whispered, her lips trembling, wanting to meet mine. “Nothing,” I murmured, shoving my thumb gently into her mouth. “Look at yourself… you’re so erotic when you suck my thumb.”

Nothing more. “You sound sure. Have you found the killer, Rosa?” Curse him and the way my name rolls off his tongue. I met his gaze straight on, stealing a glance at his lips, and back up to his eyes. They glinted with knowing, spearing me with a challenge. I swallowed despite myself, and for the first time, his gaze dropped to my throat, focused on the motion. His eyes then darkened, faster than his hand rose to collar my throat. I gasped as the action, against my better judgment, sent sparks of electricity through my skin.

He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the top of my breasts, then dragged his tongue in a slow, wet line down between my breasts, over my navel, stopping just above my clit. “Spread wider, baby. Show me everything.” I hooked my knees over my elbows, opening myself completely. Cool air and warm firelight kissed my soaked folds. He groaned. “Fuck. Look at that creamy little cunt. It's already ruined but it's still begging for more.” He didn’t dive in right away. Instead he reached for the golden tinsel around his neck, unwound it slowly, and trailed the cool metallic strands over my nipples. “Ahh…” I gasped at the contrast of the soft fire-warmed skin, and cold tinsel dragging acr

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

It will also ruin us both. With my own breath flowing fast, I reach up and run my fingers down his jaw. "Maybe I'm ready to pay that price." The door opens before he can reply, and we both turn about startled. A guy covered in shadows walks into the room, his hand glinting with a rifle. "Well, well, well,," a chilly, contemptuous voice snurses. "A comfortable little moment between the contented couple. I am sorry to cut you off. My heart freezes; ice floods my veins as I identify the guy here—the one I never would have believed I would see once more.