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Don’t. The moment the word left my lips, his restraint shattered. Adrian captured my mouth with his. The kiss was slow for only a heartbeat, almost painfully restrained, as though he were giving me one final chance to change my mind. I didn’t. My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. Something inside him snapped. His arm swept around my waist, drawing me firmly against his chest. A helpless sound escaped me and disappeared between our mouths as the kiss deepened, growing more desperate with every passing second. All the words we had swallowed, all the distrust between us, all the restraint we had fought to maintain seemed to dissolve beneath the heat of the moment. I arched inst

I touched his back palms roaming his chest down to his abs feeling the muscle tense and twitch under my fingers. “Complicated as hell isn’t it.” I murmured against his mouth between kisses, my hand dipping lower to stroke his growing bulge through his pants squeezing the thick length. “We went from hating each other to me leaking your load and now this soft shit with real talks. But it feels undeniable Ryan. My body reacts every time you touch me like it’s starving for your hands and cock.” He groaned quietly into the kiss grinding slowly against my palm, his hips rolling. “Undeniable yeah.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

But even as she spoke her mind flickered to **Brock**-what would he be doing, thinking about the quiet confidence that had drawn her to him in the first place? Meanwhile, Jasmine ever the sassy one among her sisters had been captivated by a travel writer who spoke to her about different places; the man was filled with life and vigor. Yet as she laughed along, she just could not help but think of Alexander. Alexander had stirred something in her, a feeling of mystery and danger, coursing through her heart, until he lay next to her, coursing in her very soul. But was she the only woman feeling this about him? A flicker of jealousy emerged with the thought and she quickly brushed aside the feel

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

She whimpered as she felt my hands teasing her ass cheeks and naked panty line, and whispered back "What plan was that, baby?" I chuckled as I breathed out, "I booked us a lovely suite where no one knows us, had us both dress up, took you to a nice romantic dinner, and even slow danced with my beautiful motherslut. I did all of this to bring you back here and have my way with you." Motherslut moaned at my touches and answered, "You didn't need all of this to have incestuous sex with your mother. You can and have had your way with me anytime you want, baby. This was just the most romantic evening I have ever had."

It wasn’t gentle. It was years of anger and betrayal, twisted up with desperate need and reckless, reckless want. Dominic’s hands gripped my hips, lifting me onto the glass table, scattering papers and photographs everywhere. I gasped as the cold surface kissed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat burning between us. His mouth moved over mine with ruthless precision, claiming, devouring. I kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every fractured emotion into it—every broken vow, every twisted desire.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that