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And that feeling of loss made her feel a little disappointed. ‘Why should I be disappointed?’ Natalie asked herself in confusion. Dante was a cruel and cold-hearted man. There was no way she would expect her to be his. She wasn’t that crazy, was she? ‘It’s not that. Definitely not that.’ Natalie thought again. ‘I’d just be honored if I could conquer a cold-hearted man like Dante. I’d be safe if I could get his heart.’ She was more in agreement with that thought. However, what was she really thinking? What was her heart really feeling? And most importantly, in this life, what did she really want and need?

"I'm not speaking to you. Put Ava on now." I felt sick. This creep knew both of us. How long had he been watching us? "Please," I begged tearfully. "Just name your price. I'll pay anything to get my kids back." "I don't want your money. I just want to...chat," Xavier Wilder purred. "Come to 425 Oak Street. Alone. No police, no friends. If you tell anyone or try to bring it back up, I'll know. And you won't like what happens next."

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Exploration. She supposed that was one word for it. Her thoughts turned to Rebel and how she’d wanted to explore with him last night. It had taken everything in her to leave him there, alone in the library, while she returned to bed. He was one of the most powerful wolves on the continent, a cowboy with a reputation forged of iron will and bloodshed, and yet she’d wanted to go to him, to hold him in her arms, to be with him in every sense of the word. She’d wanted to heal him.

Anna said confidently even though her own heart was trembling. Anna looked at her mother with renewed determination in her eyes. She absolutely wouldn't give up. For Darren and for her mother. She didn't even regret her crazy decision anymore because she would sacrifice anything for her family. **

I knew I agreed and I never take back my word. I am a man of my words, but that doesn't mean that I do not regret agreeing. I feel a bit of regret and anticipation at the same time, but I knew it's only my wolf's emotion. 'Oh, quit it, human. You know as much as I do how much you want to see her again. Who was the one who said he wanted to see her up close this time? To smell her heaven—'

Chapter 3: Miguel's Discovery. The phone slipped from my hand. "Uhm… it's not what you think it is" I whispered. “I can explain.” "Enough," he said quietly. His voice was so controlled, so measured, that it was somehow more terrifying than if he'd shouted. "I will ask you for the last time. Are you Clara?” My lips moved once like I was testing a word and deciding against it. “It's… uhm…actually…”

The cold of the floor has seeped into my bones, but the heat Diane sparked in my core is a raging wildfire. I lie there for a moment, my chest heaving, watching the way the fluorescent lights overhead hum with a low buzz. I feel like a dissected specimen, laid open for her inspection. My ambition, once a clean and professional thing, has mutated into something dark and heavy. I don't just want her recommendation anymore. I want her to keep looking at me with that terrifying, total focus.

“Yes. A little. Your voice does something to me. So deep and sure. And the way you look at me in that mirror… it makes me wonder what would happen if we were not driving.” The car rolled deeper into the secluded back road. Trees closed in on both sides. Wilder adjusted the rearview mirror slightly so he could see more of me. “Smart girl. Most your age would pretend to be innocent. But you are sitting back there dripping because a stranger old enough to be your father figure is telling you what you need. Spread your legs a little for me. Let me imagine how soaked that little pussy is.” I obeyed without thinking, parting my knees on the leather seat. “Like this? God, Wilder, I should not be do

I want the real thing, right here. 'Wait,' I whisper, my voice husky from their cocks stretching my throat. I sit up slowly, knees drawn to my chest, feeling the mess on my skin as I meet their gazes. 'I... I want to watch you two. Fuck each other. Like in the video. Jake, fuck Alex. Please.' The words tumble out, bold and needy, my cheeks burning under the cum splatters, but the thrill of voicing my fantasy makes my clit pulse. Alex's eyes widen, a flicker of surprise mixing with that dominant hunger, while Jake's lips curl into a wicked grin, his cock twitching back to life at the idea.