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" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?

“About two hundred times. I think my phone’s algorithm thinks I’m obsessed with your manhwa.” “You’re welcome,” she said smugly. “You know, you should ride that wave. Dark romance is hot right now. Especially the…what do you call it? Enemies-but-not-really, lovers-but-maybe-murder-each-other genre. It’s your thing.” “Yeah, because my life is exactly that: tragic flirting with a side of death threats,” I muttered.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

All of it remained true. I pushed his underwear down far enough to free him and wrapped my hand around the hot, thick length of his cock. “Then stop being careful,” I said. Damian’s control snapped. He kissed me like he intended to finish the war between our families with his mouth alone, and his hands shoved the rest of my gown to the floor.

I moaned, my fingers tangling in his messy dark hair as his hot tongue dragged up my soaked pussy. We could hear them next door, Chloe and Marcus, the newlyweds. Soft laughter, the clink of champagne glasses, the low murmur of their voices through the thin wall separating the two honeymoon suites. They had no idea what was happening just inches away. Jax sucked my clit hard, pushing two thick fingers inside me, curling them perfectly against my g-spot. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. “Fuck, Diana,” he groaned against my pussy, his voice muffled. “You’re dripping down my chin. You’ve been wet for me the entire wedding, haven’t you?”

“Move closer.” Fear and something hotter warred inside me. I told myself I was only obeying to avoid his anger, but my body moved forward until I stood barely an arm’s length away. His heat radiated toward me. His scent — that intoxicating wild musk — made my head spin and my core clench with sudden, shameful need. “Look at me.” I lifted my gaze. His green eyes locked onto mine, dark with an intensity that stole my breath. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.

she gasped, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles. Damon’s hands gripped her ass, guiding her. “Ride me, baby. Take what you need.” His voice was rough velvet. She rode him with building passion, breasts bouncing as she leaned forward to kiss him. He thrust up to meet her, hitting that perfect spot every time. The pleasure was mad—intense waves crashing through her core. He flipped them suddenly, staying buried deep, and made love to her in missionary with surprising tenderness.

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.