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The heat is burning through me now, every nerve ending on fire. "Look at you," he murmurs against my skin, his teeth grazing my pulse point. "All dressed up like a beta, but underneath..." He yanks my shirt open, exposing my chest. "Underneath, you're just a desperate little omega, ready to be bred." His words should disgust me, but instead they make me moan. My hips roll forward, seeking friction, seeking him. Dominic chuckles, a dark, possessive sound that vibrates through my entire body.

Roman gave a short nod, then guided me straight to his private office and locked the door behind us. The second the lock clicked, all that built-up tension exploded. I turned to him, chest heaving. “You really just claimed me in front of everyone.” “I should have done it sooner,” he growled, backing me against his desk. His hands were already shoving my skirt up, fingers hooking into my panties and yanking them down my legs. “I was trying to protect you, but fuck that. I need you, Tessa. All of you.” I grabbed his belt, pulling it open while he kissed me, tongue pushing deep into my mouth. “I need you too,” I gasped against his lips. “So fucking bad. I’ve been dripping since you made that ca

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

Reaching them, I am slightly relieved to see the woman is Roxy, but rather annoyed she would touch him like that when she knows full well he is married. “Oh, hey Alena, how are you?” Her words sound cold, and her eyes are no longer gentle or caring. I am trying to smile at her, but something makes it hard. It is like she is angry with me for something, yet when she looks up at Jackson, her face softens, and she is the Roxy I know. “Roxy wants to know if we are busy tonight?” Jackson winks at me. For the first time, I feel uncomfortable around Roxy. I don’t want her anywhere near us at all. I don’t even want her using his business, to be honest.

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

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he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?