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My palms slammed against his chest to push him back. He felt massive. He was a wall of muscle. He let me shove him back two inches. "Do not say it," I panted. My breath came in fast gasps. I scrambled backward until my spine hit the headboard. "Do not go there, Sebastian." "Elliot," he said. His brow furrowed as he reached for my wrist. "No!" I pulled my arm away. I tucked my hands close to my chest. My heart was a hammer against my ribs. The honey scent off my skin turned sharp and sour with alarm. "We don't do this. We don't have feelings. We don't do romance."

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Shelly somehow felt like Randall was in the same situation as her. By the time she began to develop romantic feelings, she was already in love with Chris. Due to Chris being the perfect man, other men after him could never get her attention. “I would like to work with you, Ms. Shepard,” Randall said.

Maybe I still clung to a speck of hope that things would be different between us. "Look, do I need to spell it out for you?" Roman snaps. "There is no you and me, princess. There isn't an us. There never was, and there never will be. We spent a few hours screwing. That's all it was." He sneers, his teeth flashing against his olive skin. "I needed a fuck, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time." He reaches over and strokes the side of my jaw. "Although, I'm not going to lie, the sex was phenomenal. I knew you would be an amazing fuck." Instinct takes over, and I jerk away. My hand slices through the air, the palm connecting with his stubble-roughened cheek. A loud crack

“Oh. Oh no. You really have not had sex, have you?” “I already told you no!” I protested. “We have not,” Andre said curtly. “I see.” Roman sloshed his drink around in the glass. “Well then. Shall we return to discussing A Court of Thorns and Roses? I have opinions on the book’s views on feminism.” “Why would you think we had sex?” I asked. “Because of the wording of the contract,” Roman replied simply. “Joemar told me you discovered the loophole. And, to be quite frank, you and Andre have appeared quite fond of one-another since I returned today.”

Rosalina's hands roamed freely over Rafael’s skin, sending him into a frenzy of desire. He bit her neck, leaving marks, as she moaned in pleasure. The connection between them was electric, as they moved together in perfect harmony. Rafael’s hands explored every inch of Rosalina's body, setting her on fire with desire. Their breathing synchronized and their heartbeats raced as they gave in to the raw, primal passion that consumed them both. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, lost in each other's touch.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

I'll never bring him near you again. I stared at her. My stomach churned so violently I nearly threw up. "How can you be this shameless?" Camille's face froze. I swallowed the nausea and kept going. "Do you still not understand? You're a rapist, Camille. You destroyed the first half of my life. My mother is dead because of you." I had been so stupid before. I thought she was my salvation, and I kept forgiving her affairs out of some twisted sense of gratitude. But she was the one who ruined everything. I wanted to tear her apart.

threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.