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She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

"Francis, I'm begging you..." It was as if Francis had only just noticed Nora standing there. He gave her a long, serious look, then said with a hint of uncertainty, "I'm sorry, but my bride is Natalie Stewart. And you are?" Francis had lost it. He had completely forgotten about Nora. Right at that moment, the grand doors of the manor swung open. Doctor Michael Johnson, the one who had declared me dead, strode in with a folder in his hand. He made a beeline for Francis and handed him the folder.

"I like romantic thrillers and historical romantic fiction." "You like to be attracted to rakes like the ones we have in Bridgerton, right?" He gave me a cheesy glare. "Who is your favorite? The duke or the other." "Hmm, hmm" Mr Dalton cleared his throat with a cough then. I knew it was fake, he was trying to attract my attention. I had discussed my love for that movie with him hundreds of times, and there was a time I told him he resembled the Duke of Hastings, even more good-looking.

Now he's delivering me to the biggest monster of all. Then he places my hand in Blaze's, and the contact sends a shock through me. His hand completely engulfs mine, making me feel utterly powerless. There's possessiveness in his touch that goes beyond normal. I look up into his face, searching for some hint of humanity. However, his expression is carved from stone. When he smiles at me, it doesn't reach his eyes. It's the smile of a predator who's cornered his prey. "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the union of Blaze Langston and Tessa Whyte in holy matrimony." The priest begins to speak about love and commitment.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

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.

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intrigued me. He was corrupting me... badly. “You’re wrong,” I whispered. He placed his cup down and stood, his chair scraping lightly against the marble floor. He moved around the table, slowly until he stood over me. I tilted my chin up, glaring even as my pulse raced. Would he finish what he started now? His hand lifted and his fingers brushed against my cheek, gently. I stiffened, refusing to lean into the touch. How could a monster be so beautiful yet...so destructive?

*** I walked into the sitting room and met Nicholas sitting there waiting for me. "Hey, I'm ready," I said to Nicholas and he looked up to my form. "You're looking hot, beautiful" he complimented. "Thanks" I muttered blushing at his compliment. We both walked out of the house, into his car and then we zoomed off. *** Nicholas drove into a restaurant and parked. It wasn't just any restaurant, a classy one. We both alighted from the car, walked into the restaurant, and found an empty table to sit at.

He mumbled, trailing kisses down her neck to hear Beatrice moan. "Take it off." She moaned again, trying to pull off the top of gown as she hard already undid the first three buttons. "I never thought you would become this desperate for my kisses Milady." The Lord teased, planting more kisses on her neck and down her chest to hear Beatrice's breath hitch as he took her breast into his mouth. He sucked hard, his other hand finding her other breast to squeeze the soft flesh gently to hear her moan loud, her finger ruffling his hair.