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She sighed and plopped down on her bed, overthinking it was not worth it, maybe she just wanted the thrill of being a different person and forget how fucked up her life was. Knocks on her door broke her out of her reverie, and she rushed to the door, thinking it was the maid who always came to tell her when Dante sent for her. Her lips parted slightly as she stared at the person on the other side of the door, it was Dante. His hair was slicked back, and he was in a turtleneck tuxedo that accentuated his muscles. No matter how much resentment Chiara felt towards him, she would never deny the truth, Dante was hot.

He went over to Mickey. "Hey, move away. Let me do it, it seems as though you're planning to take my mom away from me" he muttered. Leah laughed from where she was. She's glad to see he's finally the cheerful Jaime that she knows. She looked around the restaurant worriedly. "Where are you?" She asked, referring to her husband, Sebastian. **** MONTERIO'S INVESTMENT*** Hailey shut down her computer as she was through with the day's work. She stretched her shoulder tiredly and yawned softly. She's suddenly feeling hungry.

And is it bad that my body remembers that night we spent together like it was yesterday? "What the hell?!" I gasped. I flipped to the next page, reading through it like my life depended on it. Then I read the next, and the next, and the next, my eyes widening with each word I read. Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t! She was f*cking obsessed with the man. No wonder the dirty was hidden because if Pablo had seen this, he would have killed her. And I had only read a few entries about him.

His way of dressing was always quite formal and I loved that. "And at the end what happened to the book that had you obsessed?" Isaac asked as he stretched out his feet. His honey-colored eyes protruded more in the sunlight. I smiled broadly. Isaac had the talent to put me in a good mood. "I received it yesterday afternoon, I couldn't wait to start reading it and so far I have not been disappointed." "However ... I was very disappointed in the last novel you recommended." I tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and tried to remember everything I liked about the penultimate story I read.

“Right here if I have to. I’ll spread you open on this rock and eat you until you scream my name so loud the coyotes hear it. Then I’ll fuck you—hard, deep, no mercy—until you can’t remember your own. And when I’m done, when you’re shaking and dripping and marked, I’ll carry you home and do it again. Every night. Every morning. Until you forget what it felt like to want anyone else.” Her knees nearly buckled. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast, barely a graze through cotton—but it felt like fire. “But I won’t do any of that,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower, “until you understand one thing.” She swallowed. “What?” “That once I start, I don’t stop. Not when you’re sore.

She was definitely charming her way with them. It’s not odd that my dick was getting hard, and I wish I can whisk her away and finally have her wrap that pretty mouth around it. “Mr. Rio.” A fair, younger looking man, seated at the other end of the table calls, ending my sweet fantasies. “It’s quite a beautiful lady you have here. One would think you got her so you can secure your position as CEO.” Laughter erupts in the room, but I see Mel twist her fingers tightly. She is nervous.

At the line of his jaw and the steadiness in his dark eyes and the way he was turned toward me with his whole body, entirely present, entirely focused, as though there was nowhere else he needed to be and nothing more important than this. I leaned in and I kissed him. Cameron Tucker sat perfectly motionless, his eyes open, his expression unreadable just like the face of a man who had just had the floor shift beneath him and was very carefully deciding what to do about it. Then he said, quietly, with a tone I could not entirely decode: "What the hell was that, Clara?"

Obsessed. When the door opens, Brynn steps out first, her smile sharp as glass, her body pressing close to mine like she belongs there. Like she wants to be there, and she can’t get enough of my touch. To anyone watching, she isn’t reluctant. She isn’t forced. She looks obsessed. And that’s exactly what they’ll believe

But his words get to me and I nod. "I'll end it. Tonight." "Tonight." He repeats. "And when you do, that's the last of Ryan you'll ever see. Because I own you now. And I don't share what I own, cupcake." Despite the seriousness of the situation, I feel an unbearable throbbing between my thighs. Nick's possessiveness gets me everytime, turning me into an aroused mess. He grabs his jacket and pulls me with him towards the door. The moment he turns the key and opens it, the loud music from the club pours in, followed by a wave of hot air mixed with liquor and sex.

Any women who came into contact with him could be smitten by the eagle-sharp gaze that flashed from the bead of his obsidian-eye. He also gave off the impression that he was in charge of the two men because of his tall shoulders, balanced posture, and clear muscle prints on his torso that could be seen through his suit. “Are you satisfied with looking at me, Miss?” Camellia became fascinated after hearing his deep, male voice, which was also cold-sounding, especially while she was being viewed by those obsidian-eyes. Her face had turned completely red without her noticing. She blinked her eyes rapidly to get rid of the man’s silhouette.