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I couldn’t. He leaned in, lazy dominance lighting up his eyes. “She tastes like salvation. Like midnight rain. Like everything raw and burning wrapped up in one perfect, little Omega. “And every time I slide in deep, leak inside her, knot her hot little body—I claim her. I mark every damn inch. She’ll carry my pups soon, fill her womb with my bloodline—because she’s mine. All mine.” Camilla sobbed—no, bawled—her words shaking. “This—it’s too much! You have to stop! She’s eighteen! You can’t—you—you’re fucking sick!”

I rise, and he catches my waist, yanking me close until our bodies align. His mouth claims mine as if to remind me I'm his wife now, and it works. I melt into him, surrendering every defense. He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged against my skin. "From this moment on, everything I own is yours," he whispers, his voice hoarse with heat. "Whatever you desire, I'll grant you." My heart pounds against my ribs and the first thought crashing through me is how much I want him.

He had been watching me, wanting me, for that long while I had been too deep in denial to even look at him properly. “You don’t have to say anything back,” he added softly. “I know what this is. I’m not asking for more.” I turned my head and looked at him. Those steady gray eyes were watching me again. Patient. Loyal. Completely mine. I gripped his chin and kissed him possessively. “Good,” I said against his lips. “Because I am not sharing you with anyone. Not ever. You belong to me now. Understand?” “Yes, sir.” I kissed him again, slower this time. My hand slid down his body and squeezed his ass, feeling my cum still leaking out of him.

"It's unfortunate that you're totally against office romances." "Why?" she asked. The corner of her mouth curled up with the anticipation of a smile. My heart was racing now. This was it. I had to tell her now before it was too late. "Because I like you, Isa," I said. "And not just as a platonic office husband."

I know nоthіng аbоut lоvе, оthеr thаn thе irrefutable еvіdеnсе іt mаkеѕ men dо ѕtuріd thіngѕ. Mеn like me act wіthоut thinking bесаuѕе of lоvе, and we bеlіеvе things thаt аrе juѕt not rеаlіѕtіс. I dіd bоth—fіrѕt with Nеоn, аnd thеn wіth Cаrrіе. I wish I соuld tаkе bасk my stupid dесіѕіоn tо believe Nеоn bасk then.

"Creed I'm not forcing you to love me." "You don't have to force me," he said taking my hand off my lap and entwining our fingers. "Eleanora every single day I fight falling in love with you. Because if I allowed myself to feel all that I feel for you if I let the thoughts linger for just a second. I'll be doomed." "What's wrong with falling in love with me?" I questioned feeling a little offended. "Do you have commitment issues?"

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Forbidden Love Series will be slightly different from the ones I've written so far. The stories in this series are not connected to each other. They are each stand-alone stories, and all of them feature forbidden love. A Short Synopsis: Twenty-four-year-old Serenity Parker had always been in love with her older brother's best friend, Alexander Dawson who was two years older than her. Soon she found out that he was too interested in his underground fight clubs and

He might be incomplete but for Sandra she could see all her happiness in him. He was caring and loving. He would bear all her stupidness and never put blame on her for anything. This is what a woman wants. A woman can fell in love with a slave. She can choose a slave over a king if she is truly in love. You can not create boundaries in love. You can not create rules in love. Love makes it's own rule. And the first rule of love is... there are no rules. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

She lunged towards Jackson, but he easily avoided her attack, grabbed her hand, and brutally shoved her away. He stood over Sophia with contempt, "Delete them? I won't. I'll send these to the police, and I'll make you pay!" "Will Isabella come back if I die? Jackson, let me tell you, even if Isabella is alive, she will never be with you again. Her heart will always belong to Aiden!" "Aiden loves me the most now. As long as I cry in front of him and tell him these are fakes, he will stand by my side and believe me..."

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.