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Tempirarily. I had no need to question who was at the door at this early hour. Only one person would be in the company now. Miss Britondii Luca. I poured myself another shot of liquor and downed it then called for her to enter. She entered and I stared at her, my gaze famished and I had to force my self to remain seated for fear that i might attack her like a wild animal. It was as if she dressed this morning to tempt me. When was it that conservative clothing had become so sexy? So damn arousing? Yesterday. I licked my lips slowly willing my cock to halt throbbing-- so painfully hard.

No chaos. Just order. “This is prison,” Christiana muttered under her breath. Her mother stepped out of the car. “This is your last chance.” Inside, the convent smelled faintly of polished wood and incense. Footsteps echoed along the high-ceilinged corridor as a nun guided them toward an office at the end of the hall. The door opened. Behind a large wooden desk sat a woman dressed in a traditional black-and-white habit. Her posture was straight, her expression unreadable, her presence commanding without effort.

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Selene said with a confusion filled voice. "He must be resting at home. I am going to sleep now. Bye, baby." Brianna cut the call and throws her phone on the couch. In no minute, she was drifted into a deep sleep. ########## Dear readers, I hope you all are enjoying this story. So, I am here to announce an important thing. The upcoming chapters of this book are going to be filled with more torture scenes. Their content is going to be abusive and highly explicit. If any of the readers are against violence, they can quit reading this book. I will appreciate it more if you all leave your reviews and votes. It will help me to write better.

I thought about going to the club and getting someone to take the edge right off but I wasn't exactly that kind of person. I needed to have a kind of connection, no matter how little with whoever I was going to have sex with. I guess that was why I hadn't gotten laid in quite a while. The alarm on my phone blared suddenly and I turned my attention to my phone screen, realizing what time it was. I had scheduled a visit to the bookshop to get a few books that I needed to write a few scenes in my story. Other more open authors would have probably taken the opportunity to explore or something. I couldn't exactly imagine myself walking into a sex toy shop on my own or worse, getting a BDSM club m

he said and hung up. Prisca was dazed. How could that son of a bitch commit a grave sin and get away with it very easily? He was now seen as the innocent one, a pure man with no sin while she was the sex-crazed whore, a psychopath who spends her life on whiskey. She started feeling a sharp pain in her head. She was so sad that she wanted to drink herself into a stupor. She headed over to the wine rack to get some whiskey, but to her disappointment, there was none.

CHAPTER ONE SABRINA The club pulsed with life, the bass thumping deep in my chest like it was trying to sync with my heartbeat. Lagos heat mixed with the cool blast of AC, sweat already making my short black dress cling to my curves. The hem kept riding up my thighs as I moved, but with the drinks in me, I didn’t care. I’d had two solid tequila shots with the girls before we even walked in, and now this sweet, strong cocktail was making everything feel warmer and softer around the edges.

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 fifth 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 and their friends, with spin-offs, all having captivating plotlines to keep you interested till the end. Summary

I was not the Crimson Priestess and even though I wasn’t sure what that entirely meant to me or the pack itself I would not allow Melina to tarnish that. I started looking at Rogan’s computer and the few books it seemed he had read to get information about who I might be. The idea of him looking at all of these items made me feel good that he cared that much. I picked up the first book which was written by a fellow wolf as it had far too many details about where wolves might be located at. I followed the geographics of the writing and realize that the Cresent Moon Pack couldn't be further than a few days away from us if traveling by wolf. That made the idea of an attack now hard to believe.

"Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain." "I need to know," Kamila adds. "Is it like a hand fetish, or are they hands holding things? Do you have some folder full of pictures of serial killer's hands or something?" "You'll never know." Ezekiel grins then says, "Come on, the rest of you still need to answer." "Cat videos," Jeremiah states. "I find them relaxing." "O...kay," I say. "I'm dying to hear yours, Law." He grins. "I have about fifty tabs open right now of flowers."