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His tongue swept past my lips, tasting the desperate hunger that I didn’t know I had. In that moment, I knew that this kiss had just sealed my fate to this dangerous man called Sasha Romanov, the pakhan of the Russian bratva.

His words made her burn with guilt, knowing she was doing just that. Receiving no response from her, he picked up the book and checked the cover. “ Atonement child by Franchine Rivers. ” His tone is unfathomable. “ What is it about? ” He turned to her. Mira pursed her lips before replying. “ A righteous girl who got defiled by an unknown man, just months before her wedding. ” “ Oh… ” He dropped the book before cupping her face gently. “ Are you sure you want to read this? ” The care and tenderness in his eyes filled her heart with warmth.

his voice went lower and his eyes burned darkly, “I’m going to feed you with my meat.” “Ouu,” I moved closer to him, my flirting audacious. “I do like meat.” “Uh-huh.” “Especially your meat. I want to stuff myself with it.” “You’re asking for it, William.” “Give it to me, Tristan. I want everything.” We were so close together, our faces illuminated by the light of a lone candle between us. I inched a finger closer, trailing towards him on the tips of them— “Monsieur Richmond,” interrupted a nasally and high-sounding voice, “Monsieur Bracknell, it gives me ze most zelightful honor to present your meal today—”

But damn, it’s difficult. Giving in, I nod. “Okay.” The corners of his mouth lift, and he presses a soft kiss to my mouth, then mutters, “Damn, you’re a tough negotiator Zolotse.” Roman climbs off me, and a second later, says, “Give me your banking details.” I ramble out the details to him while he does whatever he wants. Roman lets out a chuckle as he opens his laptop again. “Just remember you agreed to the deal and let me take care of you.”

My fingers tightened against my dress as my pulse quickened, his hand moved slowly higher, sliding deeper into my thigh. My body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my panties. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Is Master doing what I think he’s going to do? I thought, panic slowly rising inside me. He leaned slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine. “Try not to moan,” he whispered quietly, my breath hitched. I tried my best to stay still, forcing myself to keep my expression calm as the men around the table continued their conversation. But under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties.

"You don't know anything, I have to go, I have been in here for too long," She said and ended the call, she checked her reflection in the mirror. "You are Natalie ," She whispered to her reflection, before washing her hands and exiting the restroom "What took you so long?" Rafael whispered asked, she forced a smile, and ignored him, he didn't seem to mind her ignoring him and just let her be, she was thankful and just ate in silence while the others talked. "Yes, my fiancee is an art lover, main reason I am letting Vhrisma stay is that she loves it there, isn't it Natalie ?"

“Seduce him. Romance him. Make him fall in love with you . . .” How can I do that? I’m done in seducing him, and romancing him, but make him fall in love to me? Is beyond impossible. That’s really next to impossible. He won’t fall in love with me. This is just a marriage for convenience. Both Callum and Dad were benefiting in this marriage, our companies were now . . . merging. And because of Callum agreeing to Daddy’s proposal, he is very happy because he will be able to enter Callum’s company without difficulty. And I wonder what Daddy can do.

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

"Here, you can have my seat, bro." Of all the ill-fated time for a stranger to be nice. Maxwell thanked the stupid stranger and took the unfortunate seat. "What do you want, Maxwell?" "Let's cut the chase, shall we?" He leaned closer and dropped his voice to a whisper. "We both know you married Drew for his money. You are a beautiful woman, Maddie. You deserve to be showered with not just the finest things but with a strong man's passion. What do you say? Be my mistress and together we'll swindle my ignorant cousin?"

And shelves—so many shelves, filled with old books and even older photographs. My eyes scanned everything, desperate to memorize it all. My fingers brushed over the titles on the spines, none of them familiar. Latin. Greek. French. Then I saw it. A photo. Black and white. Framed in silver. Sitting alone on the mantle like it meant something sacred. I stepped closer. The woman was beautiful—dark hair, soft mouth, eyes like liquid grief. But it wasn’t just her beauty that made my breath hitch. It was her face.