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Then she says, "Your book, you read romance?" "Romance?" "Yeah, that book." Bruce looked at the book. He purposely picked up the book and didn't realize that it had a naked woman on the front of the page. The title of the book says, "Seduce the Wolf King." He coughed and threw the book across the desk. Belle softly giggled. Bruce's right eyebrow was raised as he was intrigued by her laughter. He too also chuckled. "What is it?" "You're a rather funny woman too."

He felt immense power flowing inside of it, and he instantly sensed something terribly wrong about the book. It gave off the aura of darkness and malice, and despite the fact that he had already obtained it, the book caused his wolf to awaken and roar loudly. The werewolf king couldn’t help but to retreat from it instinctively, terrified of what the books would do to him. However, despite his panic, his fear did not last long, for a moment later, the book started glowing, turning itself into the purest form of light that he had ever seen.

Once I was sure the distance was safe, I turned and hurried away, desperate to find somewhere secure to endure this episode. But this time, the drug was terrifyingly strong—as if Vercel wanted me to die from the aphrodisiac. My body burned. Already weak, it deteriorated rapidly. Clinging to sheer willpower and fading clarity, I forced myself toward the restroom. I remembered there was a bidet spray in the cubicle I had used earlier. I ground my teeth, pressing the glass shard deeper into my arm as I walked. I heard an elevator ding and doors opening nearby, but I didn’t look back.

Beauty reached toward it. The moment her fingertips brushed its surface— A sharp pain shot through her wrist. She gasped. The room disappeared. Darkness. Cold. The sound of chains dragging across stone. A woman's voice echoed through the void. "Find me..." Beauty spun around. Nothing. Only endless darkness. Again the voice whispered. "Before they do." Then... Golden eyes opened within the darkness. Watching her. Waiting. Beauty jerked backward with a cry. The vision vanished. She stumbled into Alex, who caught her before she hit the floor.

Suddenly, everything about her seemed vain and fake. She smiled sweetly at Damien, bending over his desk seductively. I now knew why she was dressed this way. I scoffed in disbelief, This was why he'd said a lot of women will drop their panties at the mere sight of him. "You called for me, Damien," she purred, and I fought the urge to puke out of disgust. It was sickening to watch, and I got to my feet, clearing my throat. "Is that my employment letter?" I asked, reaching for the folder. It was then she noticed my presence, and her face scrunched up, looking at me disgustedly.

“It is wicked.” He kissed the throbbing spot on her neck and felt her shiver. “Why would something so natural be wicked? You think it is wicked because the church wants women to only know their husbands. That doesn’t mean what we are doing is wrong. This is what we were made for. As long as we are both enjoying it, why is it wrong? Let’s enjoy creating some wicked memories to keep secret together.”

a feminine voice exclaims, thick with remorse. I look up, prepared to glare at whoever had just spilt wine all over my dress, but the words die in my throat. The woman standing before me is breathtaking. She has the kind of beauty that makes people stop and stare—flawless sun-kissed skin, high cheekbones, and large almond-shaped hazel eyes that hold an almost hypnotic warmth. Her black dress clings to her hourglass figure, effortlessly elegant yet daring. Honey-coloured streaks weave through her rich brunette waves, cascading past her shoulders in perfect symmetry. For a fleeting moment, I feel something I haven't in years—an unbidden pang of jealousy.

I could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he swallowed every last bit, a look of pure triumph on his face. “You taste like temptation wrapped in sin,” he breathed, his expression hardening. He grabbed my hand and swept the documents off his desk. “Lean over. Raise your hips,” he breathed, rough and hungry, like a predator tasting forbidden prey. “I want to see every inch… what I’ve bought… what I’ll never let anyone else have.” I obeyed, my heart thudding against the wood of the desk. I heard the rasp of his zipper, the heavy thud of his belt hitting the floor.

ARDYN. I should have prepared myself for this day. The day that she’d have me consumed by her beauty; by her elegance, by her appearance, by her in a whole; it was today. I knew why I’d requested that she wear a dark color. There were certain parts of her I wanted to be seen by just me and once again she disobeyed me. I never lied to myself about Zyra being the most beautiful woman I’d ever encountered but today, she had to be the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and that disturbed me so much. It disturbed me that she was beautiful, it disturbed me that she had the body of one I desired, it disturbed me that she had managed to disturb me without even trying, and it disturbed me that every

Lance was extremely good-looking and never had trouble getting men…just keeping them. But her eyes were riveted to the two men that watched her approach. Her eyes met those of a man so gorgeous that he almost made DeAngelo look like dog food. Kendra knew just what she liked. He had to have been over six feet with muscles that were evident even beneath his expensive yet casual jacket. He was dark; so dark that she could only think of midnight and when he smiled he had a dimple just like… She smiled back. Her friends greeted her enthusiastically and she apologized for being late all while never removing her eyes from the sight of Mr. Wonderful.