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“Not many girls could handle what you’ve been through.” I shot him a hard glare. “I know you hate me, so keep your kind words to yourself. And if you think you can get close to me because you’re planning one of your schemes again, I can assure you it won’t work. Why are you suddenly interested in my life? He ignore the question patting my shoulder and walks away Max was handsome in a dangerous way sharp features, confident smirk, and a reputation for being as wild as Lucian. I felt uneasy with his sudden act

ೋღ🌹ღೋ Richard took me to his private quarters. His suite was much Larger than mine. A giant bed sat in the centre of the room with mirrors on the ceiling. I’d hate to think why he’d need mirrors up there. There was a joined kitchen with a bar on one side of the room complete with a dining table and chairs and on the other side was a large space with another bar, a couch and a pole. I didn’t even have to guess what the pole was far as there was already a woman wearing just her knickers dancing on it.

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

Working towards my masters degree at Stanford is an escape too. Then, I start. I don't know how long I'd started but when I lift my head, my gaze lands on the glass penthouse without curtains opposite mine. And again, Damien fucking Vincenzo is naked. But bless the gods, he was wearing pants — his chest which is not riddled with even a spec of ink was bare — leaning casually against his kitchen's sink, a cup of coffee in hand. I glance at the clock. But who the fuck drinks coffee at four fucking PM in the e—

My Italian lover was there, like the sun—firing hot and brilliant into the darkness. It was more. So much more than just sex. I could feel him reaching for me the same way I reached for him. We were like magnets—drawn and unable to escape each other. His chest pressed to mine as he drove in and out of me, and just as I was teetering on the edge, DJ pushed us both over, cumming with me. After grabbing a rag to clean us both up, DJ settled beside me in bed, holding a menu between us before asking,

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

After only a few minutes of trying to catch our breath in the dark room, the crazy heat between us started up all over again. Callan rolled onto his back, reaching out his big hands to grab my waist and pulling me up on top of him. "Get on top," he told me, his dark blue eyes looking right into mine. I didn't wait. I climbed over his legs, sitting right on his hips. I leaned down and licked his big chest, tasting his salty sweat and running my tongue all over his hard muscles. I grabbed his big, hard dick with my hand, holding it straight up. Slowly, I pushed my hips down, sliding his thick cock deep back inside my wet pussy.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

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