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“Fuck. You are going to fucking kill me. Fuck. Come here.” Anthony dove down and captured my lips in a hot kiss, rendering my body weak and jelly-like on the bed. I cupped his face and kissed him back with the same passion, pouring every love I had for him into the kiss. As we kissed, he hooked my leg around his hip and grinded into me, making me moan into his mouth. “I want to hear you moan my name,” he said and kissed me again.

**** ~SELENA POV~~ I sat on my bed holding my phone, the book on the screen was tempting my stepbrother. I had never been into romance stories before, but these pas two weeks I had been reading more than usual. The first two chapters were really hot. The male lead and female lead where pinned on the bed fucking intensely. My body was already reacting to it, and I pressed my thighs together. Goodness, I miss Henry's cock so much. I was about to picture him while I touched myself when the door opened. Looking up, I froze to find Zane waking inside.

His hand slid higher under my dress and met the bare skin of my upper thigh and kept climbing without hesitation. The glove was warm from his body heat. When his fingers brushed the edge of my underwear I made a sound against his mouth that I could not swallow in time. Damian answered it with a low, rough noise of his own and pressed me harder into the shelves. Books shifted at my back. One spine dug into my shoulder blade. I did not care. “Quiet,” he murmured against my lips. “Unless you want the next person in that hallway to hear exactly what a slut, the Lee cute princess really is.”

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Something flickered in his gaze that I couldn't understand, but then, his lips lifted into what I could only call a deep devastating smirk. “In that case,” his voice rumbled as he stood up. “we have a deal… Eva.” With that, he took my hand— …Oh. Oh shit. His hand was warm and enormous, completely engulfing mine. A spark ran through me, sending a low thrum of heat. I was no stranger to hot men. Hell, I'd stripped him naked—save for his underwear— hours ago. There was absolutely no reason to be fascinated by the size of his fingers or where they could potentially be.

Life wasn't fair, Nessa’s gossip wasn't fair and she was going to pay for it, my attraction to her wasn't fair, nothing in life was. “I know.” My thumb swept across her cheekbone, slowly. “But you’re stronger than they are. You’ve always been stronger.” And I hoped with all my heart that should remain stronger for a little more time. Her breathing went ragged. She didn’t move away and didn’t even blink. The air between us suddenly turned sharp, dangerous. Her lips parted, and my gaze dropped before I could stop it. God, she was close so fucking close enough that if I leaned in, I’d be kissing her like ice dreamt of all day, all weekend.

Years. Lena whimpered into his kiss, the glass slipping from her hand and hitting the counter with a dull thud as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His mouth was rough, greedy, all tongue and heat and need, and she matched it, pulling him closer, rising on tiptoe to devour him back. His hand slid under her shirt. Hot palm on her bare skin. Her stomach clenched, hips pressing forward on instinct. The friction made her gasp—and he groaned low in his throat, like it was killing him.

Even so, the whole process feels like a battle, and I am already exhausted by the time I have the books in my hands. I still read romantic novels. There is something comforting about them, even if some of the stories hit a little too close to home. Some of the plots are eerily similar to my own life, while others are pure escapism—beautiful, heartwarming tales from start to finish. Sure, the characters face hardships and tribulations, but what always stands out to me is the love and trust between the couples. It is the kind of love that feels unshakable, the kind I used to dream about. Now, I am not so sure if that kind of love exists for me anymore.

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

and hugged me like I was blood. Every time I saw her smile, my chest felt warm. And Alessandro… The man who had once been my contract husband had become something else entirely. The sliding door opened behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. I could feel his presence like a heat against my back. His arms wrapped around me from behind, strong and possessive. One hand slid under my robe, cupping my breast, the other dipping between my legs, fingers stroking my already wet pussy.