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“Later. Right now I want round two in the next aisle.” We fixed our clothes quickly, but his cum was already running down my legs as we moved deeper into the stacks with our books. We tried to study for ten minutes. Then his hand was back under my skirt. “Alexander,” I whispered, spreading my legs under the table. “You’re insatiable.” He fingered me slowly while we pretended to read. I came quietly on his hand twice more before we gave up completely. We fucked once more in a dark corner. I went down on my knees sucking him deep, then he bent me over again and took me from behind until I was a trembling, cum-filled mess.

“You know this is risky. But fuck, the way you look at me during these closed door meetings, as if you’re already wet just from listening to me talk.” His hand slid higher up my thigh, pushing under my skirt until his fingers brushed the wet lace of my panties. “Tell me I’m wrong.” “You’re not wrong,” I breathed, parting my legs a little wider for him. “I’ve been wet since the plane ride, thinking about your hands on me instead of these fucking papers.” He growled low in his throat and pulled me into a kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I moaned against him, grabbing his shirt to yank it open the rest of the way.

“Every Christmas. Every summer here. I sat there imagining bending you over the dinner table while my family talked about golf.” Heat pooled low in my belly. I hated my body for reacting. “You’re an asshole,” I whispered. “Yeah.” His hand slid down my side, bunching my dress. “And you’re soaked right now, aren’t you?” Before I could deny it, his mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was angry and hungry. Years of frustration poured into it. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming, and I kissed him back just as hard, fingers fisting in his shirt. He groaned into my mouth and shoved his hand between my thighs, pushing my panties aside.

I was silently grateful I wore my lace red panties instead of some ugly polka dot one. He stood up and slid my dress away. I looked down at his heaving body. His crotch had a strong bulge and I reached out to it but he grabbed my wrist. “No. I want to be the one to do things to you.” he pinned my hands to the bed before attacking my neck with deep kisses again, all arguments leaving my body in an instant. He went down to my legs and left sloppy kisses on them, trailing down to my crotch. I could feel the hot wetness flood me again and I wanted nothing more than to feel his tongue on me.

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“Zoe, you bitch! You ruined everything! You ruined my marriage and my reputation, yet you’re here acting like you own the place?! I wouldn’t be in this state if it weren’t for you!” Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she wanted to rip me apart. “Even Victor… Even he abandoned me because of you! Do you really think you’ve won?” She rushed at me like a lunatic before completing her sentence, her long nails aimed at my face. Before I could back away, though, someone jumped in front of me. It was that regular customer at the cafe who invited me here, and the heir to this hotel, Luke Wynne. “Please mind your behavior, ma’am.” Luke gripped Summer’s wrist, his voice calm but firm.

"How could I not?" I felt a tingle of anticipation run through my body as his stomach pushed into my knees, his hands going to my hips. I leaned forward and closed my eyes, knowing he was mine. I felt our lips touch, electricity passing between us. Our tongues met, feeding the fire burning through my core. No one had ever made me feel this way with just a kiss. "What are you two doing?"

he muttered suddenly twirling me around and pulling me back in to his arms again. "Business? Is this the kind of business every American man deals with or is this the kind of business somebody like my father would deal with?" I know it sounded super confusing but he didn't seem to be confused by it, which is all i wanted. "I'm sure you can figure that out on your own, you seem like a clever girl Savanna" He didn't leave me a second to even comprehend his words because as soon as he finished, he took my hand and spun me around, after two twirls he pulled me back in to his arms completely catching me off guard. His hands were now on my back, holding me in place in front of him; I could feel hi

On the back, in perfect handwriting, were four words: She still owes me. Sophia’s breath hitched behind me. I turned slowly. Her face had gone completely white. “You know this,” I said softly. She nodded once, tears falling down her face. “Yes.” My chest constricted in agony. “Is it the same person?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Because in that moment, I realized the twist I didn’t want to face— This wasn’t just about the past. It wasn’t about revenge.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs: