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Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance

But that’s what made her so irresistible. She didn’t belong in my world, but I would bring her into it. I let my fingers drift over the old leather bindings, pretending to be interested in the books. But really, I was watching her. Every small movement, every nervous glance. I saw the way her eyes flickered toward me, the way she hesitated. She was scared, but she didn’t know why yet. Not fully. That would come later. I had been patient, giving her space, observing from the shadows.

Natalie hated second guessing herself, but that seemed to be the only logical explanation. With a sigh, the girl inched closer to the dresser with the intention of closing the book, but something caught her eye. That dark red stain again! The one that had been used to send her that note the last time. Natalie expected to see another note of some sort, but what she saw was more than she had expected; Everywhere she had written Tristan’s name in the book had been blotched with the bloodlike substance! As if that was not strange and scary enough, she did get the note she had been anticipating, the words: YOU. ARE. MINEEEE!!!

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

Honestly, I needed to accept that we wouldn't cross paths again, and if I wanted to stick to that, I couldn't even continue my revenge, which was a pity because he was definitely one of the best fucks I ever had, and I did find myself almost slipping and creeping into his dreams many times. To keep myself occupied, I caught up on some of my favorite online stories like Her Forbidden Alpha and Her Cold-Hearted Alpha by Moonlight Muse, but even those couldn't keep me occupied for long, and they left me horny as hell, which led me back to wanting to stalk Aera in his dreams. In the end, I had to use my hand many times before deciding that maybe I should put the books aside until I found someone

I'll cross the bridge when I get there. Lucas reached out a hand, dropping his iPad face down on the mattress, and touched my hair, his warmth made my skin crawl and my nipples pebbled. He caressed it, smoothened it like it was wrinkled silk. "I told her not to," I said softly. "It's my room's first battle scar. And besides, I don't want other people in here." "I'm here," Lucas pointed, his tone luscious and deep like his eyes and the biceps that bulged from under his shirt.

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He smirked leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, putting his legs on the table like he owned the place “well if it isn't my little ass-kicking warrior.” I let out a short amused snort, folding my arms across my chest. I could play this game better than he could and I was not going to let him scare me. There were a dozen kids behind the door all I had to do was scream and believe me when I say, I’m a screamer. "I'm not your anything, thief," I retorted emphasizing the term of possession. This is how it all begins I tell you. I had watched enough crime shows to know stalkers always think they own their prey. I had to make that point clear. I'll be damned if I was connected to that

Away from the house. Away from Matteo. Black Mailed (My Stalker’s Play Thing) Pt 6 Chapter 6 I stand in the centre of the living room, my silk robe clinging to my curves, the fabric so thin it does little to hide the flush creeping up my chest. My breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts, my fingers curled into fists at my sides. My stalker is in front of me, standing tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair tousled as if he’s been running his hands through it. He watches me with a smirk that makes my stomach twist.