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Camila's breath hitched as the third man, a muscular brute with a shaved head, stepped closer. His hand trailed down her arm, sending shivers down her spine. "I think she likes it rough," he growled. Camila's mind raced, but her body responded in ways she couldn't control. She felt a surge of heat between her legs, a mix of fear and arousal. The men seemed to sense her reaction, their grins widening. The man with the scar reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing her neck. "Suck," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

His lips found the curve of her throat, trailing down with reverence, not haste. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. She nodded. "I need to feel something that isn't pain." He undressed her slowly, carefully unveiling every inch of her skin like a prayer. She kissed the scars on his chest; he kissed the onee etched into her heart. She signed in pleasure as he took her bosom in his mouth. She opened to him like a flower and he made love to her. When they came together, it was more than passion. It was reclamation. A vow that despite all they had endured, they were still standing. Still together.

Something about him made me uneasy, like I’d seen him before but couldn’t remember when or where. The way he moved—it felt too familiar. I forced myself to approach, clearing my throat. "Can I help you find something?" He turned slowly, and for the first time, I saw his face clearly. His eyes were dark, intense, piercing through me in a way that made my breath catch. There was a stillness about him, like a predator waiting for the right moment. He was handsome, but in a dangerous, unsettling way. “No,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine. “Just browsing.”

“I eat in a peaceful and quiet place where people mind their business and don't get to interfere, that's the difference.” “Peace is overrated,” he said, tapping her tray with his fork. “Companies make things interesting.” “You are confused with unwantedness.” Aria shot back. He smiled again unfazed, like he was used to facing rejection. She hated that smile, and the way he looked at her like he saw through everything, even though she wanted to throw her water at his face, he still looked unbothered, she was becoming curious on how fearless he was. “Why does he keep following me around? No one wants the scarred girl near them. Nobody.” She mumbled to herself.

The orgasm he had commanded out of me had been devastating, ripping through me with such force that I had bitten my own wrist to keep from crying out loud enough for Aunt Dolores or the other sisters to hear. The golden scar low on my belly glowed faintly beneath the thin nightdress, a warm, living pulse that matched the frantic beat of my heart. I pressed both palms over it, trying desperately to smother the heat, but the moment my skin made contact the warmth only spread lower, blooming between my legs like an answering flame. My breath hitched. This scar, the one Drake had sealed with his dragon scale after that botched theft, had never behaved like ordinary flesh. Tonight it felt alive w

He frowned, "Why will I be disgusted?" "My scars, Alexei. They're ugly and no one wants a woman with ugly flaws," I said as I struggled to free myself. I was given a kiss in response and my panties were gone. He cupped my core and I gasped when he rubbed me. "Don't ever give me that bullshit," he pulled away and looked down at me body. His fingers traced my lower stomach where my scars were. I watched him lower his head and place a kiss on every one of them. My heart flutter as he did so and I gasped when I felt his breath directly at my entrance.

My awesome readers. This book is going to be a dark romance. So please, don't try to cut off my head if our Georgina brutally suffers (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠). I mean, she must suffer in order for her to change. Hehehe~!".

We walked into the girl's ward to see her on her bed staring into space. She flinched In shock noticing a presence In the room, I rolled my eyes in disgust getting irritated by her behaviour. I know I'm supposed to be nice or show empathy but 'ugh' I just hate woman with pale white skin, I prefer ladies with a darker skin like Whitney. Pale white skinned women look like they would snap if they are touched. "Stay still missy, so I can get this thing over with" I said within gritted teeth but instead she moved back in fear.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e