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Noami grew up with an abusive mother, and so when she turned 18, she decided to hunt her ex-stepfather down as he was the only one who ever truly cared about her. She absolutely adores him, and he adores her right back. Can their love survive, albeit changed a drunken reunion, bullies from the past, and unwanted suitors? Or will everything they face tear them apart when they just found each other again? Or will his money play a part in his demise? I tilted my head back as I fell against his chest and he immediately lowered his head to press his lips against mine. Oh, God! Not again. This was bad. I needed to pull away. Why wasn’t I pulling away? Why was I opening my mouth so he could deepen the kiss? And why were my hands going under his shirt to stroke along his muscles? Fuck! I closed my eyes as I leaned against him, enjoying the kiss more than I should. When he finally pulled away, I looked up at him mesmerized by our kiss for the second time. He grinned down at me as his eyes danced merrily. “So, were you serious about what you said?” he asked huskily, confusing me. “What did I say?” I replied. His hands moved down my body until his hands were gripping my ass. “You said you were going to let me have you.” When my mouth dropped open in shock, he groaned. “Or we can start with that if you prefer.” I snapped my mouth shut when what he meant registered in my head. “Oh, God!” He chuckled as he pulled me up his body a little so that I could feel his erection. “Say yes and I’ll make you scream that.” “I-I…yes."

“Now tell me who you belong to,” He rasped, his breath hot against my face as I straddled him. The way his arms wrapped around my waist made my breath hitch, and I clutched onto his shirt tighter. “Answer me,” he thundered, making me shudder in fright. “I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, my voice low. I could feel the sound of my erratic heartbeat drumming against my chest, yet I could only grind my teeth against each other. … Chosen by Darion Gray, I'd become his possession, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Not only had he owned my body, but my soul as well. What I hadn't expected was for me to fall for a man who had worn a mask since the beginning. A mask he never took off.

Blurb His hand rested beside my head, trapping me in place, but it wasn’t his strength that made me breathless, it was the way his voice dropped, husky and low. “You can lie with your lips, Ruelle,” he said, fingers brushing slow over my waist, sending heat curling through me. “But your body screams for me.” I hated how right he was. Hated how easily he read me, how every inch of me betrayed what I wouldn’t say. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I whispered, my voice a shaky mess. His mouth ghosted along my jaw, hot breath skating over my skin. “Then say it,” he murmured. “Say you feel it too.” I was unraveling, coming apart under the weight of his nearness, the way he smelled, the way his eyes burned like he already owned me. I tried to speak, but his lips were too close, his presence too much. “Thorne…” My voice was a low whisper, a plea for more. For him. “Say it,” he breathed, not touching my mouth, but close enough that I could already taste him. I was unraveling. My hands found his shirt and fisted it, gripping it tight like it was the only thing anchoring me. “I feel it,” I confessed, my words hot and helpless. “I feel you everywhere.” And that was all it took. His mouth crashed into mine, fierce and claiming, all teeth and heat and desperation. And when he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was rough and ragged. “You’re mine, Ruelle. You always were.”