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He will hate seeing me like this, and the thought brought a smile that touched the corner of my lips before I let the darkness claim me. . _ Have you checked out the new book? Twisted Marriage- A Dark MMF MAFIA ROMANCE A. Gupta

"Already checked that. Old background loop. The attack's coming from the main server routing." I bit the inside of my cheek, unconvinced. They were being played. The flood of traffic on the main server was a decoy. and the real attacker was using an inverted proxy route through the legacy directory to quietly siphon data from the blind spot — a classic, high-level infiltration tactic these engineers were falling for. Kenneth's voice sliced through the hum, shattering my focus. His gaze was pinned on me — he'd noticed me staring at the master terminal instead of making calls.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

"Nothing happened between us. We just got carried away. Moreover, I never accepted your reinvitation as your mate. I guess we don't have a lot in common after all." Chuckling, "have you forgotten the part where two divided mates can bound once more through the exchange of fluids? You really did. And when I reinvited you, your heart was pure. So, the seal was made." "Do you think that this is all a joke? A PS game that you can toss out when you are in a bad mood, and go to take it back when you are in a great mood. I won't be a thing of caricature, Mr. Ian. This was a one-time mistake."

He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together. I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like. I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land. He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it. When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn't think twice before going out

"This is not good. As warlocks, we can do a lot of things using water and stuff that we can make look and taste like water that is not water at all. Do you feel any different?" "I feel fine," Raine tells him, but I can feel the panic set in, so I put my arm around her to steady her. I want to take the glass and see if I can figure out what was in it. There is a black residue around it, so I know that there was something other than just water in it. If you start to feel anything, let me know right away." Barrett says as he walks back toward the door to leave.

His words unlockеd somеthing primal within Sarah, stripping away thе last vеstigеs of hеr rеsistancе. Shе wantеd this – nееdеd this – with a dеspеration that tеrrifiеd hеr еvеn as it thrillеd hеr. As if hе could sеnsе thе fracturеs in hеr rеsolvе, Tylеr doublеd down on his onslaught of carnal plеasurеs, his callousеd palms knеading thе supplе curvеs of hеr body as hе laid claim to hеr mouth oncе morе.

"Zale was a step too far. Now he's dead, and more men will end up dead if you keep riling the captains up against me." Her eyes narrow as her face hardens. "That's what you do, isn't it? Eros Khazan, big scary crime lord. You solve all your problems with violence, but what's that ever gotten you?" "It got me the fucking throne." I stride across the room. She scurries away from me like a rat. I want to kick her in the throat, kick her until her nose breaks, her teeth snap, her skull caves in. But I only stand there, staring down at her, barely managing to keep myself under control. "The games end now."

“You expect me to believe you didn’t know?” Sienna frowned. “Know what?” His gaze flicked over her face, searching, measuring. Then, just as quickly, it hardened. “Don’t play dumb.” He let go of her wrist, stepping back, but somehow, that only made her chest tighten further. The air between them pulsed like the pull of gravity bending it to its will. Alessandro exhaled a quiet laugh—dark, humorless. “So that’s your game?” Sienna narrowed her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

When she saw me inside, her expression soured. "Esmeray, what are you doing here?" she demanded. Before I could answer, Simon replied, "Ms. Esmeray is Mr. Stewart's esteemed guest." Estel shot me a glare and sneered. "Esmeray, don't you always pretend to be so virtuous? Now that there's good news for the family, you're running over faster than a rabbit." I pressed my lips together and responded coldly, "Who's to say this is good news?"