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I pressed my forehead to hers, my breath mingling with hers as the room seemed to close in around us. "Forever," I repeated, as if the word itself could bind us tighter than any chains. And I knew—I knew—she would never escape me. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

The scent of lilies hit her before he entered her room. Vito moved in with a heavy stack of hardcovers balanced under one arm and a bouquet in the other. Milan’s heart gave a traitorous skip at the sight of the romance books. She didn't think for a second why he would buy her books. She was just so happy he did. For weeks, her world had been nothing but blue-light strain and scrolling through sterile PDFs for her online courses. She craved the weight of a story in her hands, the smell of old paper, the feeling of a world she could close and put away whenever she chose.

Ruby watched it happen with a detached horror, her fingers curling into the sheets. This was never going to end quietly. Dante stepped closer, stopping just beyond Kelvin’s reach. “You always underestimate me,” he said softly. “Did you really think I wouldn’t follow the scent of my own blood?” Ruby flinched. Kelvin’s voice dropped. “Leave. Now.” “Or what?” Dante smiled wider. “You’ll expose the truth? Go ahead. Tell the world how your precious wife carries a child that isn’t yours.” Ruby’s chest seized.

a familiar voice drawled, “you got lost and stumbled in here looking for more romcoms.” I turned sharply to see Enzo leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his eyes flicking to the books in my hands. He didn’t even try to hide the smirk spreading across his face. “They’re not romcoms,” I said defensively. He pushed off the doorway and strolled closer, plucking the top book off my stack without asking. His brow arched as he glanced at the cover. “Right. And this one about two rival bakers falling in love is clearly a political thriller.”

"Mr. Demetri, that sounds intriguing. However, I'd bet any woman would be open to the suggestion of your seduction, even without the wine and dine." "But you see, I don't want any woman. I want the woman who takes my breath away on a daily basis. I want the enamoring and alluring woman who blows my mind with her stubborn, smartass replies. I want the woman who's intelligent beyond my comprehension. I know that she is excessively gifted, because she reads these ridiculously thick law books that would put me to sleep with only one paragraph. And I know she reads those books, because even though she has her own office and I've told her not to, she leaves them lying around the apartment."

I don't feel the connection that we used to have, my love for him seemed to be fading and all I can ever think about is Thorn. At first, the only thing that pulled me to Thorn was the mate bond and his unique way of giving me orgasms. But now, I think it's more than that, it's deeper than that. I think I might be in love with him Trust me, I did try to get over Thorn after he rejected me but I just couldn't, not even Jamie could help me get over it. The more I tried to stop thinking about Thorn, the more I was drawn into his mystery. I don't know what it is about him but I want to explore it.

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

Whatever happened after I ran, I trusted it had been enough. What I didn’t trust was this space between us. It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t angry. It was controlled, and that felt worse. By noon the next day, I was snapping at appliances. The microwave beeped too long and I slapped the cancel button like it personally offended me. “Shut up,” I muttered. Suddenly I was jerked backward. My spine hit hard muscle. Heat. Breath. Torin’s mouth crashing over mine before I could inhale. No warning. No slow burn. Just need.