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For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

"Language, Elena. I think you need to be filled up until you can't say another goddamn word." He guided himself into her mouth, his hands gripping her head to set the pace. Elena took him greedily, her throat opening up to accommodate his thickness, while Roman continued to devour her from below. The sensory overload was total-the taste of Jax, the friction of Roman's tongue, and the overwhelming scent of aroused male musk. Roman shifted, his eyes locked on Jax. The rivalry was still there, but it had morphed into a shared, focused obsession. He positioned his cock at her pussy, the dark, swollen head of it stretching her open.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

“This… doesn’t feel real.” Cas brushed hair from my face. “It’s real. And we’re not done.” He glanced at Damien, something passing between them. “Are we?” Damien smirked, that wicked curve I knew so well. “Not even close. Your birthday’s not over.” He leaned across me, hand sliding to Cas’s chest. “You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?” Cas’s breath hitched. “Fuck yes.” Their mouths met right above me—deep, rough, tongues visible. I watched, mesmerized, as Damien gripped Cas’s jaw the same way I’d seen in the hallway. My pussy clenched at the sight.

Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.

“Love how you moan my name. Love how your hole grips me. Been dreaming about this… hate-fucking you until you admit you’re mine.” “I’m yours… shit, Jax… I’m yours tonight.” Emotions mixed with the raw lust, making everything sharper. The rivalry, the tension, all melting into pure need. He bit my neck, sucking hard. “Good boy. Come for me.” I did and Jax followed right after, burying himself deep and coming with a guttural groan. Hot cum flooded me, bare and messy, leaking out as he kept shallow-thrusting through it. We stayed locked together under the spray, catching our breath. He kissed my shoulder softly. “You okay? That was intense.”

Or maybe he'd suddenly realised that accepting a marriage proposal from a stranger didn't exactly speak of a sane mind. But he'd started it first. Too late for regrets, buster. I stood up and offered my hand to him, smirking at his questioning gaze. “Come on now. Like all deals we need to shake hands. You're well enough to do that aren't you Roman?” I emphasized his first name challengingly. It sounded ironic coming from me, given how I'd refused his hand in my bedroom, but matters changed. Something flickered in his gaze that I couldn't understand, but then, his lips lifted into what I could only call a deep devastating smirk.

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

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