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It was reaching to her knees and was loose. She gasps when it suddenly opens showing the heartless, ruthless person I never wanted to see. Her heart started pacing faster. He moved towards her. She unintentionally moved back and was shocked at how the door opened. She was sure she locked it. He was looking at her intensely. He didn't say anything for a while. She didn't dare to look into his eyes. He was holding a dish of food. But he just stood there not moving. She hesitantly looked at him and found him looking at her body. Her cheeks heat up from his scrutinizing gaze. Her shirt was still wet. She put her arms at her chest to cover it. That moved his attention directly to her eyes. And sh

She stared up at me, her lips swollen from my attentions and her eyes shining in a way that made my heart squeeze. I love you. Three words, uttered countless times by countless people over the centuries. Yet coming from her, they had the power to bring me to my knees. I kissed her again, leisurely mapping a path from her mouth to her neck and shoulders. I took a prolonged detour to her breasts, where I grazed my teeth gently across her hard nipples. A shudder rolled through her body, and her moans became pleas as I licked and sucked and teased until she was begging me to fuck her.

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When finally, he spoke, the only word that left his lips was “why?” “Why?” she repeated, as if he had asked a totally ridiculous question. “Why do people frame people up and force them into marriage they don’t want and torture them? Let’s see” she said pretending to think. “How about because they hate them.” she answered, her sharp eyes suddenly becoming sharper with anger, it was amazing how she could transform from cool to hot in just an instant. “I hate you Mr Farhan, I hate every fibre of your stupid disgusting being, in fact, I hate you so much, that I don’t think anyone ever hated anybody as much as I hate you, I hate you more than I hate the devil,” she continued her anger rising with

Quinnel said suddenly and all eyes turned to him. "Uh, Navaeh, what is your worst habit?" "I tend to walk to and fro when I'm nervous and I also always eat the meat that is meant for the toppings of Pizza." She replied and everyone chuckled. "I eat the cheese as well." "What's the last book you read?" "That would be... Alpha's Gifted Mate." "Oh? Sounds interesting. I like the title." "It is." "I've read that book! It's good." "Me too." "I didn't expect you to be into supernatural fanfictions."

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Her eyes were filled with that familiar lust, that tension I have grown to crave. “You always become annoying when you are curious,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “And you always become distracting.” I let my eyes drag down her body, the way her nipples pressed hardened against the thin fabric and her thick fresh thighs now exposed, “…with that body.” I continued, licking my lips in anticipation of tasting her. She swallowed in return. My cock was already rock-hard in my jeans, pressing against her thigh. I looked at her mouth, “Can I kiss you?”

“What do you want to talk about?” Leila asked Gavin slowly. When she got the text message from him, she was scared at first but after a few minutes, the fear turned into curiosity. “You clearly lied to me about your marital status! How do you expect me to get past that?” Gavin shouted “Please, reduce your voice, we are still in the company premises and I would not want anybody to think it is because we have a thing” Leila hushed him. Gavin rolled his eyes, “ That is the truth, we have a thing like you said and I think you should answer my question, I deserve an answer”

Amara The night air was heavy with rain and electricity. The villa loomed at the edge of the cliffs, its windows lit like eyes - too bright, too still. I’d imagined this place a hundred ways when Marissa mentioned it months ago - serenity, solitude, maybe even peace. But standing here now, it felt nothing like peace. It felt like a trap. Damian’s hand was steady on the door handle. Mine wasn’t. “Are you sure about this?” I whispered.