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he teased. I showed him my finger and he was awed by the flashing of the radiant diamond ring. “That’s awesome! Congratulations!” he happily hugged me. I shared with him everything about Chad and me but he wasn’t shocked at all. "See what love can do?" he motioned for me to sit on the chair. "We say that love hurts but that's not true. Loneliness, rejection, and losing someone hurts," I furrowed because I didn't get him. "Everyone confuses these things with love, but in reality - Love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain, suffering, and torture," he paused for a moment "And makes us feel great, amazing, and happy again," I was flabbergasted but I loved listening to his

But fate chose her. Sin came to collect his lover. He sent his servants to kill her family right in front of her eyes, and he took her in as his. She fell in love with him— it was her fate to be betrothed to evil. But soon after, she fell in love with Rome, the Lycan King. Two men loved by one woman. A woman loved by two men. A terrible fate that leaves one of the other dead from envy, jealousy and heartbreak. That was her fate.

Her eyes darted around the room, landing on the bed where I had slept a few hours ago, walking over to the bed, and emptying the whole bottle of whiskey on it. “I can smell you, you little copycat. Even under all that scent Kieran tries to drown you in.” She sets the glass down with clinched face, like she doesn’t want the scent of anything on her. She enters the closet walking to the bookshelf, directly running all her hands on his coat,and that makes my Omega growl, “do you think he loves you?” She laughs, a dry hollow sound that makes goosebumps rise on my skin. “He is a collector of broken things, Ma cherie, he has a saviour complex you can say that too. Once you're fixed, he'll find a n

"I could tell you a lie, but I don't think you'd believe me." Oren reached for my hand and pulled me closer. The world around us was oblivious to our plight. What did they see? Two middle-aged lovers? An old married couple? Or perhaps the truth: two people in love, trapped in bodies and lives that laughed at our plight. We weren't young and the world wasn't ours for the taking. We'd both been wronged, hurt, and disappointed. We'd seen the possibilities and we'd settled for so much less. Yet in spirit while together, we were young lovers. The experience was foreign while continually new and exhilarating. "Why would you lie to me?" Oren asked.

People manage where their eyes go around a lover the way they never bother to around a stranger. She’d arranged herself so she’d never accidentally catch him. Which told me she always knew exactly where he stood. Which told me she’d mapped him. Which told me she loved him, or was terrified of loving him, and either way she was sleeping with him. “The woman in coral,” I said quietly. “Who’s the grey man at the bar? Don’t look yet.” Michael didn’t look. He drank, turned as if to admire the view, and caught him on the way past.

But, if you would love to get a grasp on reoccurring characters like Don Alessandro, interconnected mafia wars, then feel free to read the first book in the series before hopping on to this one or you can read this before returning back—please, do what works best for you. ♦~•♦~•♦~•♦ TRIGGER WARNING ♦~•♦~•♦•~♦ Lovelies, as the blurb implies, this is a dark romance book which explores complex themes, might cause conflicting emotions, and could tend to rattle your moral values. Trust me when I say, it will get intense as you read on, but if it's something you can't handle—take a deep breath, splash a cup of cold water on your face, sleep and step away for a while when it becomes too overwhelmi

The dark-haired lover grabs the hard penis of the blond-haired lover, who had just licked the woman's pussy, and looking into his eyes, as if asking for permission, lowers his head and runs his tongue over the tip, making the other hissis. Stephany runs her fingers over the nipples, her eyes getting darker, on the lovers' movements. When the dark-haired lover starts pumping his head and sucking hard, the noises reach Stephany's ears, and she moans with pleasure and rubs her clitoris. Her eyes always fixed on her two lovers. The blond-haired lover leans back, giving better access to the dark-haired lover, who takes the opportunity to grab the blond-haired lover's balls. The blond-haired lover

He wore that unreadable expression again, one he used to shut the world out. “As much as I like a submissive woman,” he began, voice low, “I saw how challenging you are.” I waited, heart already bracing. “When I heard my family was coming back, I knew I needed someone strong. Someone who wouldn’t fall into the trap.” Trap. That word hit me hard. So that’s what I was to him. Not someone worth loving, just someone strong enough not to love him back. A sharp ache pierced my chest. He picked me because I looked like the type who wouldn't fall in love.

The city lights glittered below like they always had, but nothing felt the same. Tristan pulled her back against his chest, arms wrapped around her waist. “I love you,” he said against her hair. “So much.” Sophia turned in his arms and kissed him slow, deep, tasting the end of every lie they’d ever told. She walked him backward into the bedroom without breaking the kiss, shedding clothes as they went. When the backs of his knees hit the bed he sat, and she straddled him, sinking down onto him in one smooth motion. No rush. No power. Just the wet, familiar slide of him filling her completely while they looked at each other in the low light.

It was a front, a beautiful, heavily secured goldmine designed to launder money and gather intelligence, run exclusively by the shadow organization’s loyal sycophants. When Seven finally made her way back to the safety of the bar counter, she was surprised to find the handsome stranger still sitting exactly where she had left him. His highball glass was completely empty, the melting ice cubes clinking against the glass, but he hadn't budged. She had honestly assumed he would have grown bored and left during her sudden absence. "Boyfriend?" he asked suddenly. Seven blinked, her brow furrowing into a deep frown as her mind struggled to comprehend the random, unexpected question. "Excuse me?"