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the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

he muttered and collected the glass from her Hm. "Well, Bethel, why don't you dance for us?" Spooky asked and I smiled nervously. "Sorry, I don't dance" I said shyly. "Woah! Seriously? How can you have someone like Ryan for a husband and claim you don't dance?" One of the ladies - Lia asked. Ryan had emptied the drink given to him by Lady K and reached for another bottle on the table. I could tell...he looked kind of restless. What could be wrong with him?

I moaned, breaking the kiss. " Bad girl," he whispered. He lowered his head, sucking my ears. Each and every hair on my body rose. I gasped as soft tingles rose in my guts. " Mm, master." I moaned out his name. He went back to the edge of the bed, opening my legs wide enough. Finally, he leaned forward. His breath hitched against my clit. I felt a small tingling sensation right down there. I felt his tongue against my clit. My eyes became blurry, my thigh began trembling. He reached out for my left breast through my gown.

Bookcases lined several walls with all manner of journals, novels, genres and classics too. He led me to a room down the hall, and instructed, "Take a seat and get comfortable, Bridget." He'd afforded me no light, so I pulled my heels off and found the edge of a bed, and then crawled onto the downy mattress. He stood by the bed, lifted me against his frame, and kissed me slowly, sucking in my bottom lip, and entwined his tongue with mine. I melted, clinging to him, inhaling his scent, and letting him intoxicate me. And he held my buttocks to him, ensuring that I would feel every inch of his iron need.

Saying it made him closer, made the obsession sharper, made the ache inside me almost unbearable. I closed my eyes, letting my imagination spin even further. I pictured him leaning across the balcony railing, hands just shy of mine. Our eyes meeting, the distance between us charged with something unspoken. He would hear me whisper his name again, slower this time: “Mark…” And in my mind, he smiled, head tilted, lips just slightly parted. He didn’t laugh, didn’t speak, didn’t pull away. He stayed. He existed there, in that imagined space, a perfect, tantalizing mixture of real and unreal, and I could barely breathe.

He was close now—close enough for him to feel the subtle scent of jasmine and vanilla that clung to her skin. “Mia,” he said, his voice low and steady. He extended his hand, palm facing upward, his actions measured and intentional. “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” Her lips parted, but no sound came out. For a moment, all she could do was stare. She was used to his serious and guarded side, but at this moment, he was gentle and unexpectedly charming. “I… I think I’ll pass, sorry…” she declined but Zac had no plans to back down.

Dear readers, Please note that although this story has a Russian theme, it is written in English. When reading dialogue, please assume that characters are speaking in Russian, even though it appears in English. This is the book 2 in the Dark Desires Series and book one is Dark Obsessions, a MM romance. Maddest Obsseions will be out soon! I did not upload it because I'm still working with a few adjustments on the plot. Xoxo

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When we reached her house, I got out first and opened the door for her. “Nice meeting you again, Kyran. See you at the wedding,” she said sweetly—and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I blinked. What? “See you at the wedding too…” I muttered, confused. I stood there, watching her disappear into the house. That small kiss on the cheek? It wasn’t romantic. It was calculated. Like she was following some kind of script. This woman… is a puzzle. And I intend to solve her…