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Her attitude the previous night was outrageous that until now, it makes her cringe for some reason. Her emotions were swayed with different things going on within her thoughts and heart at the same time. There was a part of her that she wanted to run away from him out of embarrassment and distress. Not because she feels uncomfortable around him, but because she was astounded by his attitude. Until he came closer to her face, inflicting her entire desire to rise up. Something inside her was triggered as if it was her usual habit of intimidating someone. She was likewise taken aback when she started riding with whatever motivations he had last night.

He stated. The man's voice oozed with cruelty as he spun a dark fantasy, saying, "Picture this: I'll gradually break your will to live, witnessing the shift in your determined eyes to sheer despair. Isn't it wonderful?" His words were laced with a twisted joy, as if the very idea of causing despair in those determined eyes brought him a perverse sense of pleasure. "Ugh, thinking about makes me horny." He stated with anticipation that made Tales flinch. He's gone nuts. His men put an unpleasant face, with a vivid emotions 'he's at it again?'

Her mind raced with memories she thought she had long buried. Marcus's laughter was a cold, sly sound. "You'll never be free from me, Elle. I know all your damn secrets, and I'll use them to drag you back down into the darkness with me." He pulled her hair, his grip tight, and she winced in pain. "Do you understand me?" As she tried to free herself, Marcus felt her trembling in his grip. Her hands shook, and her eyes teared up. "Now come with me," he growled, pulling her with a strong force. Tears poured down her cheek as she screamed for help, struggling and fighting back.

Jesus, you’d fucking swear I’m in a confession booth with the way I’m spilling my guts to this girl. “It wasn’t torture for me, Anya.” I move my hand to her arm and brush my fingers up and down her slender bicep. “The attraction is there.” She keeps still and doesn’t say a word for what feels like half an hour. I hear her take a deep breath before she whispers, “Our emotions are all over the place. The traumatic experience is making us feel things we wouldn’t normally feel. Everything is heightened.” “True.” I nod my head but add, “It doesn’t mean the emotions aren’t real.”

A smile crawls to my face as my gaze runs across the cover and the excitement that comes with resuming a reading that you've enjoyed so much, blows through me as I flip to my previous page. 'Love is a strange thing, and it happens in the most unexpected way. Love is indescribable and it's often mistaken. Lust. Infatuation. Adoration. Likeness. So many of these are mistaken for love, and the greatest of all is an obsession. These emotions are—' "Hey, Carson. " Emerson calls, barging through my door, halting my reading and I lift my face from my book with a scowl directed at him. "Why the fuck didn't you knock?"

I just can’t get enough of that. The way she presents herself, the elegance in her body language, the simplicity, innocence, yet the glamorous ambiance turns me on every time. The kindness that she has in her heart, the sharpness of the tongue, her anger. Hell, I miss everything so fucking much. Not a single day after we were apart from one another, that woman is haunting me. Every day she is here torturing me in one or another way, sometimes it’s her smile, or her smart mouth, or her anger. They are tormenting me without words, slowly, like poison.

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For a minute, I simply froze, my body trembling as the strange emotions crept more and more into my body. I felt guilty. Why? I felt a hollowing sorrow that made me want to cry. Anger, resentment, and regret. The emotions flooded through me, drowning out my own thoughts and pushing against my chest till I could barely breathe. Somehow, I could tell that the emotions weren’t mine, so who the hell was it coming from, and why was I feeling it so strongly? I pressed my hand to my chest, taking deep breaths in to calm my racing heart. But the more I tried to focus, the stronger they became. Anger clashed with sadness and a gut-wrenching guilt that made my stomach twist painfully.

he muttered suddenly twirling me around and pulling me back in to his arms again. "Business? Is this the kind of business every American man deals with or is this the kind of business somebody like my father would deal with?" I know it sounded super confusing but he didn't seem to be confused by it, which is all i wanted. "I'm sure you can figure that out on your own, you seem like a clever girl Savanna" He didn't leave me a second to even comprehend his words because as soon as he finished, he took my hand and spun me around, after two twirls he pulled me back in to his arms completely catching me off guard. His hands were now on my back, holding me in place in front of him; I could feel hi

But there it is again, a desperate call, a yearning. In the darkness, I see a thread. It’s dull, but it looks like it’s trying to glow. Like a switch. On and off. It exudes warmth. It’s glowing, the light surrounding it growing stronger. I want to touch it. Hesitantly, I wrap my hand around it. A wolf is howling in misery. Love, pain, yearning. I pull my hand away. They’re not my emotions. I have no emotions. I barely exist.