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More commanding. And somehow that only made him hotter. The kind of man who didn't need to speak to command attention. The kind of man who could walk into a room and have every woman turning around for a second look. And the worst part, I didn't know this man. He was a stranger. A complete total stranger and I've never seen him before. My pulse stumbled, then kicked back into overdrive. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick bundle of cash, pressing it briefly against my chest like it meant something.

He finishes his conversation and meekly walks over to the corner I'm stood in. "Master please," he whispers and I turn it down to a very small buzz. "What's wrong slave?" I ask calmly and he makes a small whine as he blushes. I notice a man walking towards us so I straighten my posture and put my social mask on. "Hey Mason, is this your boyfriend?" The man asks and Mason nods as he glances up at me. "This is Damon," Mason introduces me and the man holds his hand out for me to shake. I fake a smile and shake his hand, fighting the urge to rip my hand away and clean it several times.

he whispered, his rough voice vibrating against my skin, "is a woman who knows exactly what the fuck she wants in this world, and she gets it using every single means possible. I lifted my brows in a slow, daring challenge, a filthy, triumphant smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I inched even closer to him, my bare shoulder almost brushing against his leather sleeve, the heat radiating between our body turning completely electric. "Good," I breathed, my voice dropping into a seductive, breathless whisper as I stared right at his mouth. "Because I know exactly what I want, Damon. And I'm going to get it." Just as the reckless words left my mouth, right as I was about to speak the absolut

I hissed as he forced my legs open and settled himself between them. “True. You ain’t a wolf yet, but soon the moon will be full and I will turn you,” he said as he rammed his manhood deep into me. “I’m just laying my claim onto you now before the others come looking for you.” Having his enormous erection shoved deep into my unprepared and unwanting womanhood was shockingly painful. I screamed loud and long as he pumped his manhood in and out of me; not just from the pain, but from the outrage of what was happening as well.

He glared at me like I’d lost my mind or said something formidable. “You’ve finally lost it.” “I have.” “You can’t go to Mexico." He dropped his cigarette to the floor after reaching its end. “La Mano Nera is going to have your head on his plate for dinner.” “Damien dealt with him,” I reminded, refusing to let that change my mind. “We’re even now.” “You took the girl he wanted,” he snarled, gaze sharp. “You made him lose billions of naira and abducted his pig shipment. Do you really think he’s going to wave the white flag because your brother promised him twenty percent of tobacco shipments?”

I checked. And then I saw him. Jace Steadman. Sitting on the large sofa with a book in hand. Glasses on. Sweater sleeves pushed up. Looking like a Christmas-themed sin. He wasn’t even pretending not to look at me this time. His eyes lifted the second I stepped inside, lingering for a beat too long, too focused — then he lowered them back to his page as if the damage wasn’t already done. My pulse tripped over itself. Lena nudged me. “Girl, relax. He’s just reading.”

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

Touched and angry at the same time. Touched that he'd cared enough to think about what I'd want. Angry that he'd been planning my imprisonment. I pushed those complicated feelings aside and kept browsing. The fiction section was extensive. Mystery novels. Thrillers. Fantasy. Literary fiction. And romance novels. A whole shelf of them. I pulled one out, curious. The cover showed a shirtless man with tattoos and a woman in a provocative pose. Very dramatic. Very over-the-top. I flipped it over to read the back.

If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.