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She couldn’t stay there any longer. Maribel stood after Tessa, kissing Bianca on the cheeks. “I’ll see you, ladies, at the party. Bring your men. I want to meet them.” Bianca said jokingly. She opened up her arms to receive Tessa. “I hope you have found a good man in Velmark. I want to see him soon.” Tessa forced a smile as she slipped out of the tight hug. It felt suffocating, or maybe she was just creating that assumption in her head because jealousy still burned within her. “Thank you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

I said, but I didn’t move away. “Good.” His hand slid to the back of my neck, possessive, and pulled me in. The kiss demanding, I groaned into his mouth, one hand fisting his suit jacket. When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were darker. “Been wanting to do that since you walked in.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is insane. You’re getting married in twenty minutes.” Damien’s grip tightened on my neck, thumb pressing just under my jaw. “The wedding’s arranged. Family expectations. But the second I saw you…” He backed me against the door, body pinning mine. “I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.”

And is it creepy that I want him to keep talking to me in that tone? “Do you honestly believe I chose to do this just to be there for you or because I'm a knight in shining armor? I'm not, Anastasia. Far from it.” “Then what are you?” “Whatever the knights in shining armor fight. And that means there's not one noble, sacrificing bone in my body. The reason I'm marrying you isn't because I want to protect you or your father's legacy. I'm protecting my firm and my own legacy. So the fact that you feel like a burden is needless and unnecessary. We are using each other. Do you understand?”

I asked. “Just be patient,” Michael said. “Hold on.” I felt someone lying down on the bed before I was rolled on top of.them. My back was pressed against a strong set of muscles as hands roamed up and down my skin. It was intoxicating, not knowing who was where at any moment. I shivered with delight as I felt a cock pressing against my asshole. “You comfortable, gorgeous?” Nico asked. He was the one underneath me beautiful, intoxicating and romantic Nico.

I could taste the anticipation on my lips, “But you want this too, don’t you? Jake...” His grip on my face loosened, and I seized the opportunity to close the remaining distance between us. I kissed him in a hungry, heated kiss. He groaned, and I moaned, lacing my fingers through his dark locks, savoring his manly taste on my tongue.Oh, I am kissing Jake!

~ Nikki ~ I successfully manage to not destroy this gorgeous piece of furniture, but that doesn’t mean I won’t spontaneously combust, burst into flames and otherwise incinerate this luxurious bedding. Breathing is simply not an option at present. The fiery sensations consuming me are all I can focus on. They blaze through my veins, leaving a sizzling trail in their wake. My inner muscles clutch Jameson’s fingers, not relinquishing their hold on him as I draw out every single ounce of pleasure he’s just given me.

the officiant continues, "the Yakovlev clan will now place the bonding ring on Natalia." I feel my throat tighten with anxiety. Roman steps forward, taking a small black velvet box from his pocket. He opens it calmly, revealing a gold ring with an intricate, masculine, powerful design. It’s imposing—more of a seal than a piece of jewelry. My hands tremble as he takes my left one and slides the ring onto my ring finger. His grip is firm, possessive, as if there’s no turning back. "Now you are ours," Roman murmurs, his gaze never leaving mine. His words aren’t a threat, but an undeniable affirmation.