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The one I was least expecting to see. "Nicole Damian." My college crush. The man I'd been obsessed with for over the years, the one I'd written that ridiculously bold, drunken love letter to, confessing every dirty fantasy I'd ever had about him. I guess I'd always had this bad bitch energy simmering just beneath me.

Then I crawl into bed, staring at the dying flowers on my desk, only to find they are fresh again. The daisy sticks out more prominent than the other wildflowers and feels warmth in my chest. I feel betrayed and angry at Maddox and used by Kohen. Do I even know these boys at all? Am I truly that bad at judging characters? And if I am, could I ever truly be a good enough Alpha? I push myself up off the bed. My feet moving to the curtains, flinging them back open as I step onto my balcony and stare into the distance.

I knew it was worth keeping an eye on her and some of the photos were not incriminating enough, but I made sure to pick the best ones. I have always hated the Strong sisters and their perfect little family. I always hated how their mother before the accident was a single parent who always made time to be with them and support them when my own while mine always busy for me. I mean they were poor, but they were always happy, yet I had everything, and I was lonely.

“NOW, who are you calling weak?! “ “Ah, how prideful.” “Luis!!!” I was about to hit him but the back of my shirt got caught on to something. Whoever tried to pull me back was definitely strong. When I turned around though, I saw that it was the stubborn priest. “You forgot my luggage,” he said. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much!

“Who is in control?” I gasp and moan at the fiery pleasure-pain as another orgasm rolls through my body. “You,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “You’re in charge. Ohh…” “Daddy. Say, ‘you’re in charge, Daddy.’” My pussy clenches around his fingers at the taboo command. I’ve read my fair share of sexy books, and secretly love BDSM books. I may be a virgin but I’m far from naïve. One of my favorite independent authors writes books with daddy doms and I’ve always been intrigued. I often imagine myself in the heroine’s shoes… now is my chance to live out one of my most secret fantasies.

The words slipped out sharply. That was the moment his hand flew across my face, the sting of the slap barely registering through the numbness that had taken over my body. My head snapped to the side, but I didn’t cry out. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I just turned back to face him, my lips curved into a smile, bloodied and broken as it was. “If you were the strongest,” I whispered, “you’d be obsessed with me. But you’re not, are you? Darius is. He’s the one who’s stronger.”

While the others trailed after her, closing the door behind them. It was just left with Lunette and me. Her once pale face had regained its colour. Her cheeks are flushed and her long lashes rest on her face. The daughter of my greatest enemy lay on my bed, attended to but it doesn't matter. Oren committed a great crime against me. I doubted that a man of such cruelty would have a soft spot but it turned out that his weakness was his family. I stopped having weaknesses after the death of my brother and I plan to keep it that way. After all, it does more harm than good.

He roared as he suddenly gripped my hair tightly. I frowned in pain and held his hands so he would release his hold on my hair but he didn't budge. "Please..." I pleaded as the pain became unbearable for me. "What did that bastard have that I don't?" He snarled at my face. "Is he because he is handsome wealthy? I've got the looks and wealth too. Or is it because he's powerful?? Or maybe it's because he's the mafia lord?" He asked angrily as he threw me off.

He always got what he wanted and now his mind wanted her . His mind wanted her . . And only Her His Obsession TAAPUR ABHIMANYU POV :- I do very bad things . . And I do them very well. I'm not the Jealous Hot headed type but when I lost my coolness . I lost my bright side too and then even Dark is get afraid of me and in all these darkness what overruled my thoughts is She and I can't even imagine to see her with anyone , not even with my own brothers Because What's Mine , is mine and She is mine .

Poor thing didn't know what it was to be destroyed by someone who didn't know how to love without setting everything around him on !re. Johnny would ruin her. He ruined everyone eventually. It was in his blood, a 14 | S.J LANE dark inheritance he couldn't escape. A storm always brewing beneath the surface, waiting for the chance to erupt. Layla's chest !lled with a wild, sharp rage, hot and blinding. She'd survived men like him, even thrived on them, learned to take pain and wear it like perfume, a badge of honor in this godforsaken town. She knew the game, the rules, the dance of desire and destruc-tion. But if Alli thought she could tame