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book to a specific page I had marked and handed it to him. "Just read." I watched Lorenzo's reaction, which went from a frown to eyes wide in shock. "What?... is this a p**n book?" "It's not a p**n book," Andrea said in a reprimanding tone. "It's The Señorita!" I said in an admiring sigh followed by Andrea. "This book is about a romance between a Spanish cook and a lady of the aristocracy! A forbidden romance between a rich lady and a commoner! Ahhh..." I sighed. "The writer who wrote this book is anonymous, her pseudonym is Madame Louis. The cover, based on a recipe book, is discreet and is a hit with women!"

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

God, he was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved to perfection. His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. “How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?” he murmured, his voice dark velvet. The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

Nova— "Stand straight for me, Ms. Pierce." Dora Angles circled behind me, fastening the final buttons of my gown. I stood on the dressing platform inside Flaminga's Gallery, one of the most prestigious dress boutiques in South Bay. The floor-to-ceiling mirrors gleamed beneath crystal chandeliers, and every gown displayed around the room looked like something pulled from a fairy tale. The Imperial Foundation Gala was this Friday. When Nicolai and I had visited his family over the weekend, Patrice and Perra had practically insisted that my dress come from Flaminga's.

"Except that I am. It's not all as great as you think." "Oh, come on!" Marion picked up a stack of magazines and catalogs from their coffee table and waved them in Jaylee's face. The pages flapped, fanning her with a breeze that smelled of cologne samples. Images fluttered past. Male models. Posing to display chiseled abs, sculpted chests, rock-hard buttocks. Strong jaws. Brooding expressions. Smoky come-hither bedroom eyes. Lots of skin on display. Bronze skin. Mocha skin. Dark chocolate skin. All of it smooth, hairless, gleaming.

"There's one more thing." "And what is that?" She questioned, trying to stay focused but the handsome man in front of her was far too intriguing to ignore. He had two buttons undone, exposing his chest, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, hugging his muscles and making him look like a magazine model. All she could think about was what it would feel like to have those arms around her, pinning to her to the bed, or to the wall, making sure she didn't escape while he fucked her senselessly.

charming" woman. Her body was wrapped in a tight miniskirt with a red background and a black border. The chest was low open, revealing most of the round and full breasts. In general, she has a gorgeous figure and charming eyes, especially her incredibly long eyelashes and extremely dazzling fiery red hair. Of course, what's even more striking is that she's not the only one on the cover. Just between her splayed legs was another woman, naked except for a black collar. The woman's hand was on her leg and her mouth was close to Marcia's labia, clearly performing oral sex on her. I know Blake's always been creepy. But I never thought he would like to read such magazines!

This was the first time I saw Anthony this way and I could not help but see what more he would do to me if I triggered his desire. I sighed wistfully and searched through my luggage for a dress. I chuckled when I came across a section where my best friend, Gina had put the clothes she deemed as ‘sexy killer’. I picked up something red and lifted it. I gasped at how pretty it looked. It was a short, thin strapped dress with a low back. It would look perfect on me, and I knew it would make Anthony drool. “Let’s see how my dear husband reacts to this.” ++++

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