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"You can hate me all you want, Cameron," Brandon murmured, lips brushing his ear. "But by the end of this marriage, you'll crave me." Cameron Aston is straight. Or so he thought—until his father forces him into an engagement with Brandon Deville, the arrogant, maddeningly attractive heir to a rival empire. What should have been a cold business deal turns into a dangerous game of tension, temptation, and blurred lines. Because the more Cameron fights Brandon, the harder he falls. And in this marriage, losing might mean wanting something he swore he never would.

"Hatred is still an emotion, sweetheart," I murmured, stepping closer. "That means you still care." Forced into a marriage with the man who despises her family, Isla vows to resist him. But Dante is a man who always gets what he wants, and what he wants… is her. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Serena finds herself trapped in a dangerous game of power, revenge, and an undeniable attraction she can't escape. Because in Dante’s world, love isn’t gentle. It’s a war. And Serena is about to learn—when the Don wants something, he takes it.

"Ano? Sa tingin mo ba, I’d fall for you if you sweet-talked me?" Anya ni Claire na sinamahan niya pa ng nakakadismayang iling. "I waited for you for five long years, Luke. Five years and now that I am finally over you and dating your best friend," dagdag niyang pailing iling ulit habang unti unting umaatras si Luke sa pader, "—you dare do this to me, wreaking havoc on my emotions? Gago ka ba talaga ha?!" "I can't stop myself. I love you and I won't give you up that easily, Claire. I won't. I can't." "I want you." "You know you can't have me," she murmured and bit her lips, begging him to kiss her. Just kiss the hell out of her para matauhan siya sa kahibangang nararamdaman niya ngayong yakap yakap siya ni Luke. "It’ll be risky if you stay another minute, Claire. Get out now before I lose my mind completely," he murmured between heavy breathing and gazing at her lips. A muscle in his jaw twitched, knowing full well that their close proximity made his blood warm and tingly. God, he wanted this woman so bad. Yes, he wanted her so much that he risked his friendship with Owen. And yes, he was insane for doing so.

Please..." she gasped weakly, her hands now powerless to push him away. "Why... why are you doing this?" Vladimiros didn’t answer. He continued to drain her, savoring every drop. But then, as suddenly as it began, he pulled away. Freya let out a strangled gasp, barely able to breathe as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. "Why..." she whispered, barely audible, before her vision went black. Vladimiros smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Wow..." he murmured softly, his tone full of admiration. "I’ve never tasted werewolf blood so good."

"I always tell you not to talk with your mouth full," Enzo murmured, towering above me, his fingers digging into the back of my head... Jaden has one plan: pretend to be Enzo's toy long enough to work his escape to Sophia, a girl he thinks he loves. But all plans proves abortive and he finds himself back in the bed of the same man he swears that he hates. The first night with the ruthless Mafia Lord, Enzo, would open Jaden's eyes to his hidden fantasies of being wrecked by Enzo. But even Lust and Love won't be enough for the trouble that's coming...

'That scent', King Hector said as he sniffed her. 'You are in your heat cycle aren't you?' 'I want you so much. Why cant I control myself around you?' Alexa murmured, feeling very hot and horny. What was happening to her? She hadn't wanted him to touch her previously, why was she suddenly out of control now? Her quavering lips parted to receive him as his head dipped, his eyes darkened dangerously with lust. The scent of her lust was intoxicating and a control freak like Hector, felt himself spiralling out of control, as their lips met in a heated kissing combat.

"Samantha," he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "What are we doing?" "Item seven.." I whispered, trying for lightness but hearing the tremor in my voice. "Crossing it off the list." ~ Fresh out of high school, Samantha knows two truths: she's madly in love with her best friend Rafael, and she'll never live to see him graduate college. So she creates a bucket list, determined to experience everything life offers, especially the taste of his kiss, before her secret claims her last breath. But time is quickly running out.... will she make it out alive?

I thought dating my boyfriend was complicated enough…until I realized his uncle was watching me… all the time. At first, I dismissed it as harmless curiosity, but his attention soon crossed every boundary, turning admiration into obsession. Every compliment felt loaded, every chance encounter calculated, and every smile… terrifyingly deliberate. The closer I get to him, the more dangerous it becomes… and I’m starting to wonder if I can ever escape his obsession—or if I even want to. “You were never his to begin with,” he murmured, his eyes dark with possession. “You’ve always been mine.”

"Tell me how do you want me to make it up to you??" I asked, putting myself at risk by asking the big bad alpha wolf that question. "I'm not simply interested in having sex with you," He smiled and came closer, running his finger up my neck, "I want to experience everything with you." "How about not wearing any clothing whenever we are alone in this mansion?" I gasped in shock as he murmured into my face. (Content/ Trig*er Warning: The following read consists of extreme profanity, violence, or gore. Subjects like SA and abuse are briefly discussed that might be difficult for some to read)

“If you don’t stop looking at my mouth like that,” Hudson murmured, backing me against the bathroom sink, “I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.” ... ... My breath hitched. The door was locked but my heart was beating faster. Hudson stood inches from me, eyes dark, jaw tight, like he was fighting himself just as hard as I was. His hand came up, stopping just short of touching my waist, hovering there like a question. “Tell me to walk away,” he said quietly. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. That was all the permission he needed.