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even when partially separated. Lowering my face to hers I gently placed my lips on hers. I just needed a taste. I needed to feel those sparks, the sparks that would be intensified once we were marked and mated. My eyes fell to her chest as I realised one of her breasts had fallen out of her night top. Her nipple hard as the cool night air touched it. How I wanted to fuck her, to make her scream my name as I bought her intense pleasure. I wanted to feel those luscious pink lips around my cock before eating her entire pussy. Just thinking about it had my cock hardening. As I stood to leave her hand gripped mine catching me completely off guard. I turned to meet her gaze. Her blue eyes locked

" 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)

"Get out of my room Michelle' I said calmly as I brought out stick from my cigarette pack and reached for my lighter. "Ryan please; you know I love you. You can just use me and dump me. I gave you my dignity" she said and had to scoff. "Stop lying bitch" I said lowly as I lit the cigarette and stuck it in my mouth. "Fine! I know you didn't meet me as a virgin; but you're the second guy's that ever crossed my legs. I told you the first one was done forcefully. You're the first guy I've given it to willingly. You can't do this to me, Ryan."

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

Instead I got sin. The living room lamp cast a warm amber glow over the leather sectional. Miles was sprawled across it like he’d been poured there, shirt rucked up to his collarbones, jeans and briefs shoved down to one ankle, the other leg hooked wide over the edge of the coffee table. His cock—pretty, flushed dark, glistening—stood rigid against his flat stomach, a thick bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. One hand was wrapped around the base, stroking slow, deliberate pulls. The other hand… fuck. Two fingers buried to the third knuckle in his own ass, pumping in and out with wet, obscene sounds. He hadn’t noticed me yet.

Cranking up the handbrake, Orion let out a long whistle, "This place looks like something out of a Hallmark movie. It's giving small-town romance, a guy who came from the city and falls in love with a girl who prefers living somewhere where everyone knows everyone and privacy is a fool's quest." "You watch rom-coms?" I couldn't hold back the humor in my voice or my chuckle of disbelief when he nodded his head vehemently. "I love them. There's something sweet about being able to find love when you least expect it. When Miles and I were younger, we'd watch them together. He loved to point out how unrealistic it is and the many ways he saw no future for the characters' relationship in the long

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

The conference room of the mansion had been transformed into a grotesque parody of a bank. Production assistants had covered the mahogany table with stacks of oversized, fake cash, credit card applications, and mock blueprints for dream houses. The air conditioner was blasting, but Elion felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine. Mira Kovari stood at the head of the table, flanked by two men in grey suits who looked like undertakers. "Welcome to the real world, lovers!" Mira announced, her voice echoing too loudly in the acoustic-tiled room. "Romance is easy when you're drinking champagne in a hot tub. But do you know what kills romance faster than infidelity?"