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The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

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He ended up at a table with the rest of the office. “Have you noticed how popular the CEO romance genre is yet?” Robert asked him. “We keep a tally and it’s definitely the most popular.” Zach had most certainly noticed that CEO romances popped up the most in his inbox followed by Italian billionaire playboys. “I have, do you know why that is?” Rose cleared her throat.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

But I’m quick to shut up. The MC asks a clarifying question. “Are you offering sex to go along with that domination as well?” Ilean forward. Dex and Reid do too, though only halfheartedly compared to me. Again, though, Nora doesn’t mince words. She doesn’t play up her offer as many of the other girls have. “No,” she says, making my heart and dick sag simultaneously. At the mention of “sex” both had had their interests peaked, but they’ve completely lost it. Even more so as she continues with, “only my skills as a domme are up for auction. I don’t do sex for sale.”

"Don't make me wait too long, Selah. I'm not a patient wolf." The doors closed behind him, and I stood alone in the firelight, my heart racing, my body thrumming with a hunger I'd thought buried with my mate. Power. Partnership. Predation. Cain wanted my crown, my body, my soul. I could see it in his eyes, taste it in the air between us. The question was: which would I give him first?

I asked, suddenly feeling entirely exposed under her stare. “Too much?” Amy grabbed my shoulders and whirled me toward the three-way mirror. “Look at yourself! You look insanely sexy, Nova. You look like a fantasy.” A fantasy. The word struck a chord deep in my belly, bringing back the exact heat of the shower water, the slick friction of my own fingers, and the memory of Finn and Kelly tearing me apart. I imagined them seeing me in this. I imagined Finn ripping this crimson fabric open, or Kelly bunching it up around my waist to look at my wet pussy.

I realized that the slow burn that had defined our attraction for months had now become a wildfire, and in its heat, every carefully constructed rule, every rational argument, every shred of propriety dissolved entirely. Dinner was a silent exchange of glances and small touches, each one deliberate and charged, the wine adding a subtle warmth to our senses, loosening the boundaries that had kept us restrained. She leaned close to pass me a dish, and our knees brushed under the table, sending a thrill up my spine that was almost unbearable. I caught her eyes, steady, calm, yet sparkling with acknowledgment, and I knew that she felt it too… the pull, the tension, the delicious impossibility of