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"I didn't expect you to be into books." Scarlett shudders. Griffin was intense, and his eyes bore into her, willing her to talk to him. And since Scarlett didn't possess enough courage to tell Griffin he made her nervous, she relented. "I love to read." A smile crossed his features. "Romance?" "Yes." "Paperbacks?" "No," Scarlett hesitated. "I read on apps." His gaze dipped over her body, seeming to take her in. "Interesting." She flushed but said nothing. Her coffee cup was clean, and she placed it on the counter. Griffin, however, was blocking her path again. He was also eyeing her, totally shameless about it.

This made her hazel eyes darken with need. “Spread those beautiful legs for me,” he said thickly. That voice… it sounded so damn familiar to her that she stared at him for a moment before doing as he asked. He sucked on two of his fingers sensually before lying in front of her. He rubbed her clit and she shivered, biting her lip in excitement. “You like that, huh?” he asked. “Yes,” she gasped. “Good girl.” She was so wet that soon, her juices began to slide down, wetting the bed beneath her. He moved his nose to her pussy and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfactory grunt at the intoxicating scent. He stuck out his tongue and took a slow, long lick.

They kicked in the door. Inside— No guards. No gunfire. Just a single desk. A briefcase. And a document inside. Lorenzo grabbed it, scanned the top line. “Marriage clause,” he said. Isabella stepped beside him, her voice cold. “Burn it.” He handed her the lighter. She didn’t hesitate. The flames curled the paper inward, blackening the edges, devouring the words that once controlled her fate. When it was gone, she looked at him. “What now?”

Her past self would have been delighted and even wept in joy if she heard Joshua telling her he loved her, but all of her love had dwindled away, and all she felt was melancholy. She stared at Joshua and retorted, “You love me? What about Lily?” Joshua froze. A barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed in Rain’s eyes. “Joshua, a human’s heart is the size of a fist. It can’t fit two people.” Conflict flashed in Joshua’s eyes. But at the sight of Rain closing the door, he hurriedly grabbed her. “What if I move on from Lily?” Rain said nothing. Instead, she took out her phone and played a video for Joshua. It was the video of Joshua smashing all the things she gave him.

God, what is it about him that it's just so fucking irresistible? The effects his words are having on her body right now is like he has a manipulative sensational power taking hold of her senses like the God of seduction making it extremely hard for her to catch her breath. In the next moment before she can say or think about anything else, he rips her nightgown apart taking her off guard and she gasps. "Oh f*** Jasper. That was my favorite."

Amelia’s resolve was a sharp, vivid force, a bright, living energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Dawn hit the ship like a fireball, and Amelia hit the deck like a hurricane. She clutched the dagger and scrolls, her breath coming hard and fast and alive with the thrill of the unknown. The urgency in her movements cut through the morning like a bright, sharp knife, waking the ship with its fierce and sudden presence. Her heart was a wild, living energy, and Gabriel felt the heat of it from where he stood. Lucas's anticipation was a bright, uncontained force, a vivid, living energy that wrapped around them with the thrill of discovery.

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

I said. “Anyway,” she reaches out on her side for a paper she has been reading. “I got this yesterday while I was exiting the mall. I would like to bring you here to relax” She smiles at me and gives me the piece of paper. On her hand, I see a pamphlet. “What is this?” “Just read it.” It’s a pamphlet of The Passion House. “Mom?” “Shall we go visit?” She smiles. “I’m not quite sure.” I trail off. “I still get nervous around people,” I tell her.

She sat down behind the bus driver as the doors closed behind her. Ellie pulled out the phone her mom had given her in the car before they had left and turned it on. She scrolled through the apps, noticing a notification indicating she had 3 new text messages. She ignored the notifications and opened the audiobook application. Her finger scrolled through the books loaded on the phone and the books she could d******d. She pulled out the headphones that came with the phone, plugged them in, and scrolled through the preloaded classics on the app. Tears came to her eyes as she saw Pride and Prejudice. She hit play, settled her head against the glass window, closed her eyes, and listen to the soo