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"Start fast and don’t bore me." Bram didn't hesitate. The desperation of his situation fused with a sudden, overwhelming surge of lust. He buried his face in her, his tongue lashing out to find her clit. Beatrice let out a sharp, jagged breath as he worked her, his tongue broad and punishing. She wasn't a gentle lover; she shoved her hips forward, forcing him to take her entire weight against his face. She reached down, her fingers digging into his scalp, her nails drawing blood. "Yeah, eat it, you pathetic little debtor," she groaned, her voice a guttural scrape. "Lick every drop of what you owe me."

And maybe I was lying to myself. The menu tasting went ahead without him. Vanessa showed up in his place. I was halfway through staring at the empty seat next to me, trying not to feel stupid for waiting, when she swept in like she owned the place—perfect curls bouncing, designer sunglasses perched on her head, and that confident little smirk that made people either love her or hate her on sight. “Scar!” she sang, air-kissing both my cheeks like we hadn’t grown up eating mac and cheese out of the same pot. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic on Fifth is hell.”

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

Chapter 77 Phoenix's Wrath King Raphael's eyes burned with desire, his gaze fixed on me like a whispered promise, drawing him in with every sway of my hips. I could see the tension in his body, his muscles straining as he struggled to contain his growing arousal. I smiled knowingly, my lips curling up in a sultry invitation. My men closed in around me, their hands tracing the curves of my body as I danced, their touch igniting a fire within me. I felt the heat emanating from them, their desire for me almost tangible, a living thing that wrapped itself around me. King Raphael's hips began to move in time with mine, his movements fluid and sensual, as if he was already claiming me as his own.

I said, trying to stay serious, though his playful smirk was infectious. He chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “You’re stuck with me, Bella. Non blondes, brunettes, or redheads are going to change that.” “Good,” I said, pretending to pout. “Because if Clara thinks she can spy on you and steal you away, she’s got another thing coming.” “Oh, she’s already begging to back off,” Vincenzo said, his lips brushing against my neck. “Turns out, my charm works both ways—she’s more scared of you than she is interested in me.”

She couldn't help but ask in confusion. Shawn gave a faint smile. "We were just discussing the purchase of the engagement ring. Cato Alter has agreed to buy it, and he will transfer the money to your account soon." "So quickly?!" Ivy was surprised. "Is Cato Alter in a relationship?" Shawn's mouth twitched. "He's married." The assistant cleared his throat. "Mr. Cato Alter... had a flash marriage and kept it secret." ***

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His sweet perfume filled my nose, almost intoxicating. Shivers ran down my spine, my eyes slid close. There was no way I was losing this chance. I needed to grab it. It was my chance. He pressed his hand pressed against my collarbone, his lips melted on mine. He sucked on my lips savouring every bit of me. His other hand, placed softly on my cheek. His breath tickled my upper jaw. Sending shivers down my spine, I could feel the spark in my vein. I thrusted my tongue into his mouth.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

He uses his teeth, nipping the sensitive skin until I cry out. My back arches off the desk as his tongue swirls around the hard tip. When he pulls back, my skin is glistening with his spit. "You've imagined this, haven't you?" he mutters against my skin. His hot breath sends fresh sparks down my thighs. "Me ruining you on this desk... Me marking every inch of you." "Yes," I whimper. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. "Every night. I touch myself thinking about your hands on me. Thinking about your cock inside me."