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“I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.” My cock twitched hard in my pants. I could feel his own thick length pressing against my hip. “Fuck, Damien. You’re possessive as hell.” “You have no idea.” He kissed me again, deeper, while his hand grabbed my ass. “I want you on your knees right now. Want that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock before I have to stand up there and pretend.” The words hit me like a punch. I wanted it too… badly. I dropped to my knees, hands shaking as I worked his belt open. His cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip.

He had been watching me, wanting me, for that long while I had been too deep in denial to even look at him properly. “You don’t have to say anything back,” he added softly. “I know what this is. I’m not asking for more.” I turned my head and looked at him. Those steady gray eyes were watching me again. Patient. Loyal. Completely mine. I gripped his chin and kissed him possessively. “Good,” I said against his lips. “Because I am not sharing you with anyone. Not ever. You belong to me now. Understand?” “Yes, sir.” I kissed him again, slower this time. My hand slid down his body and squeezed his ass, feeling my cum still leaking out of him.

In a battle of hearts and survival, only one thing is certain – once Colt sets his sights on forever, he never misses. ~ The next books contain a possessive antihero, explicit sexual content, violence, danger, a love triangle, and profanity. No ménage. No cheating. But if you're looking for a sweet romance or a traditionally loveable hero, this is not the book for you and I suggest you stop here. This is not a disclaimer – it is an accurate description of what you are getting.

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"The waitress dirtied your clothes, and then, under the pretense of an apology, tried to extend her claws towards you, and then had someone take pictures to cause trouble." "Zoey was really smart." "These are the tricks that women commonly use to climb up the ladder." Russell chuckled lightly, "You know me pretty well." "That's right, I didn't just read romance novels for nothing." "Do you still read those kinds of novels?" Zoey exclaimed, "The male protagonists inside were all handsome, wealthy, and passionate." "Isn't that what I said?" Zoey stifled a laugh and said, "They are not like you! They are all studs!"

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

Damon says, looking deeply into my eyes, “But on a deeper level, I love knowing I’m inside of her. Not to fuck her, just because I belong in there. It’s about possession.” “Of course it is,” Aiden murmurs with an amused chuckle, “I’m not judging. I think it’s… romantic. I wouldn’t have expected it from you.” “That’s me, Mr Romance,” Damon responds with a smirk, his hands touching my ass possessively. Aiden lifts a hand to caress my arm, so I lean closer to him and purse my lips until Aiden gets the hint and he leans closer to kiss me. “You’re so cute,” he says against my lips, “So damn cute.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I told her. “So,” she was panting as I was continuing kissing her, “I was reading this one novel,” I groaned and kissed her lips in the hopes of shutting her up about her webnovels, “and in this world, males are the only ones who can shift.” “Sounds like a shit book,” I murmured and continued to kiss down her neck and to her breasts. “It’s,” her breath catched in her throat, “actually quite well done.” “Mmm,” I hummed as I continued to distract her while working my way down.