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But I couldn’t break free of him. “Stop fighting me!” he snapped. “Stop pretending! I know you still feel it! I can see it in your eyes!” “You see nothing but your own madness!” I spat back, my teeth bared. Jason forced me back down against the bench. One hand clamped around my throat while the other painfully wrenched my head back by my hair. He ignored my punches as he pressed his weight over me. His face was buried in the crook of my neck. “You’ll thank me for this,” he hissed in my ear. “You’ll see that no one can love you the way I do.”

He caressed that sensitive head and grinned when Lover mewled and arched his back, his ass pressing back against him. "Please, Jason, No." Jason knew that he didn't mean it. In fact, his legs were shaking. He looked like he could explode any second. "How do you expect me to stay away? Your body is begging for me... It's screaming for me, " Jason murmured and chuckled when Lover all but melted into him. He let his thumb slide up and down his slit, a growl low in his throat. "Do you know how maddening it is to know you want me and not be able to touch you?" Jason moved Lover's hand away, moaning with him as he spread his cream up and down his dick, mixing it with the warm water falling over th

Jason: “Forgiveness is not for me. It’s for you. For your peace. But I wanted to offer truth.” “I wanted to make sure you weren’t lied to by the thing I made.” They stood in the humming half-light, two people who knew each other so well that words had become dangerous weapons. Between their talk drifted the low mechanical heart of his creation. Leah: “Tell me one honest thing, Jason.” “One honest thing right now.” He breathed. Then he spoke, every syllable fragile. Jason: “I never stopped loving you.” “I loved you in anger. I loved you in fear. I loved you and then I tried to bury that love so it wouldn’t weaken me.”

Scot clenched his jaws and looked away from him because even if he tried to explain Jason, he will never understand because a man like Jason only wants women just for fuck and pleasure. "It's fucking valuable and you'll learn it if you ever loved a woman" Scot sighed and spoke, then he walked towards Scot and grabbed him from his collar. Scot's eyes turned cold as he looked at Jason. "Really? That's why I want her. I want to fuck her and love her" hearing his words made Scot's blood to boil from anger so he punched Jason hard across his face. Scot grabbed his collar and threw him against the wall. Jason's words were repeating in his mind.

“He burned too many bridges. Lost too much. But someone else… someone who wants to destroy you for sport? He’s still out there.” “Who?” Sophie leaned in. “You were too busy hating Daniel to see the bigger game. Jason—his mentor, the one behind the biotech deals, the one who financed Daniel’s rise—he didn’t disappear. He’s watching. Waiting. And he hates unfinished stories.” I stepped back, heart pounding. Jason Thorne. The name that had floated in the background for months. Always just out of reach. Now he had a face. And a motive. I didn’t tell Lucas right away.

As much as I wanted to cry with how hurt I was feeling something clicked inside me. I stood up from the table, I saw Nick's head turn. “I am sorry Mr. Thorn if my background does not suit what you believe is good enough for your son but that does not stop me from loving him and does not stop him from loving me. Your son has been the most kind and gentle gentleman I have ever met. I did not know when I fell in love with him that first night we met, that he had money. Once I did know every fear in me told me I was not good enough for him because I am from a different class, but Nick showed me that it doesn’t matter because we are truly in love.”

"How could you die just like that, Chelsea? Get up! The York family has lost their fortune. Debt collectors are after me. I thought you loved me. Get up now and help me!" Jason was a lunatic. I wanted to punch him. How blind could I be to fall in love with such an asshole? Gently, he caressed the scar on my neck. "Please wake up and look at me." The air was deathly silent. Slowly, he lay down on the ground while holding my corpse in his arms. For the first time, I realized how helpless I was in this state. If I had any paranormal powers, I would blast him far, far away from my body!

"Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless." "It isn't mint," Francis snapped, his jaw tightening. "It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart."

The other part(the delusional, lovesick, hormone-driven part) didn’t want to give it back. It still smelled faintly like him. “I’ll use this opportunity to give it back,” I mentioned out loud, mostly to convince myself. “Sure you will,” she said, grabbing her phone. “Now come on, lover boy. Let’s go before Ace gets drunk without me.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The off-camp house was massive and already loud with music when we got there. Red and blue lights flickered from the windows, and the muffled thump of bass spilled onto the street like the house itself had a heartbeat.

Luke whispered, his kisses trailing along her neck with a teasing lilt, "Why bother with the Ocean Sonata Cup again? You've won it enough times. How about skipping this one out? "Stay here with me instead." His words were accompanied by his restless fingers, long and elegant. He began to undo the buttons on her blouse as he spoke. In the heat of their past moments together, Holly would have given in to Luke's whim, whether they made sense or not. Luke thought it was just desire clouding her judgment. He could not have been more wrong. Holly was hooked on the fleeting looks of love she thought she saw in his eyes. However, she saw the truth… He never loved her. She was just a plaything to him