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Angelica broke the kiss and took a step back, nipping her lip bashfully as she scanned his exceptional, young man's body. Standing underneath the shower of hot water, dark hair drenched over her shoulders, Angelica stood waiting for Roman to come and get her. It was a game they had begun to play. She'd act somewhat shy and Roman, driven by high desire, would simply take her. She loved it.

I SPEND AN HOUR TRYING to cook up excellent break-up scenes in my mind but nothing is working. Every scenario ends with me having a broken heart and Mick being an ice-cold d-bag. I can’t stand not knowing what’s happening to my life as it unfolds behind my back. It only takes me thirty minutes to get dressed and made up, ready to break some hearts on the dance floor. I hate games. Ain’t nobody got time fo’ dat.

Diana deadpanned, "Who knows what got into him!" Godber read the love letter with genuine surprise. "Mr. Nelson's way with words is much better than mine! I should note this down for my novels." Diana rolled her eyes, "You call this a way with words?!" What puzzled her more was... "You write novels?" "Yeah." Godber, now interested, said, "Truth be told, I write romance novels. Want to give it a try?" Diana scoffed, "No interest." All this nonsense. Diana poured herself a glass of water, feeling irritated. "If Yosef wants to play a love game, he should find someone else. I have no interest."

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

That was just normal hormones I told myself. “What are we playing?” Luke pulled out a deck of cards from his back pocket. “How about Three’s?” I suggested. “Never heard of it,” Roman grumbled, “War or maybe poker?” “Strip poker?” Luke waggled his eyebrows. I laughed, “Why not? Roman is into ménage.” Roman’s cheeks pinked, “I am leaving.” “No!” I reached out to grab his hand. The only problem was my speed was a lot faster than I was used to and I ended up grabbing his shirt instead and ripping it.

“You know, the theme of the play is romance so we can’t really avoid things like that. After all, that’s what the students wants to watch in a play.” I glanced at Lucifer but he has no reaction at all. He’s just reading the script that was given to us a while ago before the meeting started. “Don’t worry, you can fake the kiss if you want, the coaches are willing to help you with any of your concerns anyway. They can teach you how to fake a kiss too.” Miss Katelyn replied to me. With that, I was somehow relieved. Of course, I know that Lucifer wouldn’t like to kiss his ex either. But on the other hand, I was actually grateful that he will be my partner and not other people.

It made me feel like a sissy. I would have rejected her immediately, but I wanted to use it as my last card to trick her into my bed. She looked pure and must really be a virgin with those enticing, sumptuous breasts, which appeared untouched and appealing. How her tight pussy would feel around my dick was a fantasy I was sure to experience after promising her to be my Luna. No future Alpha won't hate and instantly reject a maid mated to them. It is so disgusting to be her mate, and I badly want to reject her, but as a playboy, it was important to fuck her holes to my taste first before that.

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.