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This was one of the things Clay had gifted her, a luxurious DeChanelle perfume and her mind got flooded with memories of that night. They had gotten into a fight over Clay's secret marriage to Celeste. And when he returned from his meeting in Chicago, he carefully approached her room. The lights were still on, and Lorraine thought he might've known her little act was a ruse. Still, he opened the door and walked in. Instinctually, she whipped her head around, pretending she was asleep to avoid talking to him. Clay slowly approached her bedside and sat on it cautiously; he reached out and pulled the blankets over her shoulders, his fingers lightly grazing her skin, sending tiny sparks of elect

Every motion screamed that her mind was already at work, sharpening blades unseen. Cynthia poured herself another drink, the amber liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. She didn’t sip it. She simply stared at it, as if trying to see through it, as if the whiskey might whisper strategies into her ear. Finally, she said, “He’s not invincible, Helena. Not him, and certainly not her. People rise fast when carried by romance, but they fall faster when the story shifts. And we both know stories always shift.” Clarissa leaned back, her eyes glittering with malice. “Her past is an open field waiting to be mined. Everyone has skeletons. And if she doesn’t..” her smile deepened, “we’ll craft t

On this day, Romano group once again proved it’s power and shut the mouths of barking dogs. Their reputation isn’t at stake anymore and their stocks rose by the end of the day. The board went silent and apologised for doubting the ability of Nicholas and so is the board of RISSA essence. The chaos subdued and the world settled down with peace and continued with it’s routine but Clarissa refused to accept Nicholas’s actions. She is absolutely not going to agree with his statement. ************* Author’s note : Hello cuties, Can I see reviews about the book so far?

For the thrusts he gave, he received a firm grip on his masculinity. Velia trapped him. She ensnared and imprisoned Lucas with the tightness of her femininity. Lucas's roar shook the world. His masculinity penetrated as deeply as possible, feeling the mouth of Velia's womb, then pressing against it. That was the final climax. The culmination of all their passion. Sealed perfectly by the sparks of their love. *

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing. Francis' grin was chilling, while Bernard's face turned to stone. The final card hit the table. Bernard had it. Francis gave a round of applause. "Awesome," he said, standing up. He strolled over to me, his hand heavy on my shoulder, his grip tight enough to grind bone. "Time to hang out with Mr. Collins. Have fun tonight." Bernard slung his arm around me. "We're getting out of here." I walked out with him, not daring to glance back.

"Taste mine." Climax blended. Talk about life outside library. He shared travel stories. I opened about quiet existence. Bond deepened. Stormy evening. Power out. Candles lit. Romantic and wild. Against shelves. Lifted. Legs around. "Support me." Thrusts upward. "Yes. Fill." Rain matched rhythm. Release loud. Another day, he brought wine. Picnic among books. Drank then devoured each other. "Sip from you." Mouth between legs. "Lick perfect." Climax sweet. Then joined. Slow tender then fast. "Take all."

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

Claire yelled after him. "Well then," Hunter suddenly braked and turned. Claire's eyes popped out as she collided with him, her body thudding against his. The bouquet fell from her hands near their feet. Hunter held her by the waist to prevent her from falling and pulled her close. "You may like those male leads in those dark romance books— but I swear, baby.... I swear that I'll never objectify you like those male leads do. You'll always be my equal." Just after she finished, lights filled their surroundings, causing Claire's heart to hitch.

The memory brought a smile to my already-pink cheeks. He'd said the world would see a princess, but only we would know the truth. The truth was that Nox's choice of clothing didn't make me feel like the Infidelity whore he'd been alluding to at that time. Not anymore. With Lennox Demetri, whether I wore blue jeans and a t-shirt or scandalous undergarments, he made me feel like the woman he'd met in Del Mar, the princess who enjoyed the thrill of being a secret slut. "Stunning."