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The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

“Some of them still recognize me. Gave me the chance to hear your twisted little speech.” Mike sat frozen. Shame curled inside him. Dominic didn’t even look at him. Jane blinked, then smiled. “My love,” she said, “you see how passionate I am about us, right?” “Since you’ve already laid it all out, I assume you have more.” “I do,” she said eagerly. She left the room and returned seconds later with a sleek folder in hand. “What’s that?” Dominic asked.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

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His eyes darkened, finally meeting hers, the teasing dominance she remembered flickering to life. Lena moved closer, her body brushing his, the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne. She leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear and traced the shell of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, slow, wet, teasing. Then she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing the pulse point there, sucking lightly as her hand continued to palm his now fully erect cock.

His touch was electric against my burning skin as we stared at each other like two souls entangled in forbidden flames, the air thick with unspoken hunger. “It’s all your fault,” he whispered huskily, his breath hot against my lips before he dipped down, his mouth attacking my neck with savage kisses and long, wet licks that made my whole body shiver uncontrollably. It even drew out moans that I couldn’t hold back, my hands gripping his clothes desperately, fingers twisting into the fabric like it was my only anchor.

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

Alexander suggested. "Thank you!" I giggled. "Please tell him to get some dark romance books." I had loved dark romance books but never had the chance to read them in Dustin's house. He was always creeped out by it. He made me stay away from reading them so much that I stopped thinking about reading books at all. "So, you're a dark romance girl?" Alexander gasped, squinting at me. "No wonder you knew those amazing yet naughty sex styles." "Hey!" I laughed, feeling embarrassed. "They are common styles, but I'm still willing to show you more awesome and crazy ones later," I teased.