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But then I heard footsteps behind me, light and cocky, and there he was Jax, my stupid stepbrother, sauntering in like he owned the place in nothing but his boxers, that low-slung waistband doing things it had no right to, his hair all messy from sleep or whatever he'd been doing upstairs. My eyes went straight there, traitor that my body was, and fuck, I felt it immediately that warm rush between my legs, soaking through my shorts like I hadn't just sworn off him a million times. He caught me staring, of course, that smirk spreading slowly across his face as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed, muscles flexing like he knew exactly what he was doing. "Why the cold shoulder, Liv? You'

"Am I? Or are you just mad that she's smiling with me instead of running back to you?" The rivalry between them was so charged it could be cut with a knife. Kai's hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to drag me away. Asher stayed relaxed, but his body was tense, ready for whatever came next. I was trapped between two powerful, jealous hockey players who both wanted me in very different ways. And I had no idea how to get out of it. Kai's dark eyes bored into mine, the captain's authority mixing with raw jealousy. "Isla, come here. Now."

EMMA I lay there in a sweaty, sticky heap between Sarah and Jake, my body buzzing and my pussy still fluttering from the endless orgasms. The sheets beneath us were soaked. Jake’s cock rested heavy against my thigh, still semi-hard and slick with our combined juices. Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side.

I glared at the man I thought I loved, my chest heaving. “I’m done,” I said coldly, turning on my heel. “Enjoy your secretary or whoever the fuck she is.” I stormed out, slamming the door behind me. My hands shook as I jabbed the elevator button. Tears spilled down my cheeks, but beneath the heartbreak, a different fire burned hotter than ever. The image of Daniel’s cock pounding into her was seared into my mind. My pussy was soaked, aching worse than it had all week. Fuck him. If he could get his dick wet, so could I.

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the third book of the Temptation Series. All the books under this series can be read as standalone books. This series deals with a series of passionate love stories of the Donnelly brothers with spin-offs, all having captivating plotlines to keep you interested till the end. Story Summary Twenty-two-year-old Alyssa Van Every is in a dilemma. Her close friend, Sienna, is marrying billionaire, Lucas Donnelly who, along with his brothers, happens to be her older

I hissed angrily, advancing in his direction, hating that he kept me hanging when I thought I would get all the answers tonight. “I already did,” he said, controlling his voice. “This will be the last night we’ll see each other, Brielle.” “What?” I murmured, confused at him. I blinked at him, thinking about what I had done wrong. “Why?” It was stupid of me to ask, but I had to know. “I can’t fall in love with an enemy,” he said, staring at me intently. “Let’s just say we belong to different Orders which weren’t exactly in order.”

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest. My more serious works are also part of different series. And all the series below feature ENEMIES TO LOVERS trope. What can I say? I’m a sucker for it. If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex.

* At that moment, he couldn’t agree more. Stellan pressed on, confused. "Wait, didn’t you and Lena always hate each other? They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I thought we could be... half friends." Stellan’s gaze lingered on Alaric’s face, searching for a hint of agreement. "You’re mistaken," Alaric said sharply. "Just because I disagree with someone doesn’t mean I would use underhanded tactics against her or wish her harm. Especially not a woman. That’s nothing to be proud of."

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?