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Only an intense, possessive certainty. He leaned down and kissed me. The kiss was sweet but rough. It was a demand that consumed my entire awareness. I let out a cry against his lips as his tongue slid deep into my mouth. He claimed me and grounded my breathing to the rhythmic movement of his jaw. He tasted like rain and cold copper. He kissed me with hunger. His lips moved against mine with a bruising passion. I answered the kiss. My tongue tangled with his. My fingers knotted into the fabric of his collar. I pulled him down closer. I absorbed the raw alpha dominance flooding through our bond. The terror in my veins turned to heat.

That's why I just turned it off, and I'll just read stories on my cellphone in the online app. I went back to the story I was reading in my dream applications. She's one of my favorite authors because of her different writing style, not only in horror, but also in her love stories. I'm longingly expecting my favorite novel of yorme. I wonder if He and Henry are both hot. I'm glad I have his update. “It's really exciting how he made me loved.” I whispered while smiling. I suddenly fell asleep on what I was reading. I was distracted by a small kiss on my cheek. It's on top of me, but it doesn't weigh me down. “A—Are you guys finished?” I asked weakly.

“YUP? Aaron, have you lost your entire mind or is this just a part-time delusion?” “It’s a job,” I insisted. “It’s a cult,” she fired back. “It’s professional.” “It’s suspicious.” She crossed her arms. “And weird. And shady. And exactly the kind of thing you see in crime documentaries.” I rolled my eyes and took the cereal box from her. “Relax.” “No! I will NOT relax!” Mira jumped up, nearly knocking over the bowl. “Who is this man? Why is he rich enough to own a mansion but secretive enough that no one knows his face? And why does he want you specifically?”

I also knew he was only goading me, trying to make me mad, but logic flew out the window a long time ago, leaving jealousy and rage in charge. Before I could stop myself, my hand went to his throat, not choking him per se, but not leaving him room for escape either. Elliot’s hand flew to my wrist but he didn’t make any attempts to push me away. His hand just stayed there, wrapped around my wrist. “Is he better than me?” I asked huskily. “Did he drive you to pleasure the way I can? Did he figure out all your spots?” I couldn’t even recognize my voice. Couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. But I was already too far gone. Something dark and possessive had taken over.

After so many fucks he should know that he was all mine—ass, body, soul. And heart? I'll steal it. No one else was allowed to. If anybody dared to steal his heart before I did so or after I had, I'll kill them. He was MINE! MINE alone. I spat on the ground, hands placed deep in the pockets of my pants as I glanced with nonchalance at his car which was sitting in a dim corner, away from the main lights. It was perfect. The location. I will have him there. I will fuck him in the confines of that car while he screamed my name, my dick going so deep, hard and fast inside of his tight hole which would pulse around my cock.

“I hereby pronounce my judgement on you for your crimes, Ava Maynard, Omega of the Dawn pack. I will spare your life, but you are no longer welcome to stay here forever. You cease to be my mate from now on, you are hereby banished from the dawn pack starting from this moment, and you are to leave immediately. If you, at any point in time ever dare try to return here, I will kill you myself. Let it be so from this day.” *** Her Possessive Alpha 2: Coming soon.

How do you find the story so far? I hope you're enjoying it. Mrs. M is the third book in Love For The Wicked Series. 1|Devin 2|Evan 3|Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife. My other completed books. ~Dangerous Desire Series~ 1|Falling For My Husband 2|A Game With No Rules Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance All of my books are stand-alone. But following the series order would be the best way to read Love For The Wicked and Dangerous Desire.

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

I leaned in and kissed him—not the gentle, hesitant kisses we’d shared lately, but a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and full of all the truths I couldn't say out loud. ​For a heartbeat, he resisted, his body stiff with the remnants of his anger. Then, with a low growl that vibrated against my lips, he broke. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me so close I could feel the heat of him through the fabric. ​He lifted me onto the bed, his touch possessive and urgent, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of me before I walked out of his life. In the dark of the room, as the city lights blurred outside, I gave him everything. Every touch was an "I'm sorry," and every breath was an "I

A dark, dangerous smirk touched his lips before he leaned down, locking his mouth over mine in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of rain and copper. His teeth grazed my lower lip, drawing a sharp, breathless gasp from my throat. My legs wrapped firmly around his leather-clad hips, guiding him closer until there was not an inch of air left between us. The last lingering chill of the rooftop escape vanished from my blood, replaced by a consuming fire that burned away five hundred years of war. *** Across the winding gravel path, past three thick stone arches and a cluster of tall ferns, Rin stood near the secondary exit hatch.