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Thank God I’d worn combat boots.
Romance fl wear chacos challenge
Effort. Why was it so attractive? And why was I so scared of it?
“I don’t fill voids, love. I obliterate them.”
“I don’t see why you’d want to compete with the boys I normally hang out with.” “Because they’re boys and I’m a man, huh?” “Well, you’re definitely older,” I taunted, and he squeezed my thigh as he smiled.
“You were about to ride me in the back of this car, and now you’re concerned for your life?” “Well, this is a private road.”
Priorities
“I wanted to ride you, not come on a ride with you!”
“I’ll fuck your mouth again for the way you talk. You’ll take me again and again, love. You’re so fucking good at it.”
“Get your ass to that will reading tomorrow. Or I will personally be at your home to drag you to it.”
The breath I didn’t know I’d been holding
Romance writers use a different line challenge
You can be a noncommittal little brat sometimes. So here I am, pushing you over the edge in death.
ADHDers unite
“I don’t think I’ll have time to read all that.” I scratched the side of my face and shoved the papers to the other seat.
Me then same day reading 600 pages
Bastian stood right before me. His eyes fell to my plants right away. “No.”
“Want to watch the rest of this movie?” “The princess cartoon?” Her eyebrows lifted. “Don’t you want to see how it ends?” I was ashamed of how much the film intrigued me.
Me with cars (dont ask me how i feel about the ending.)
“Whimpering when your body is against me, Morina, is asking for me to give you something to whimper about.”
SHEEESSH
I took care of her plants and researched the damn orchid that didn’t want to bloom again. There had to be a solution.
EEEKKKKKKKKKKKKK
The girl flew toward every feeling she had with a drive that wasn’t healthy. Right now, she’d veered into hating-herself land and combed erratically through her tangled hair with her fingers.
So adhd coded
Today, I had to show a little girl that I knew how to swim. That’s all surfing really was. Swimming and balancing on a damn board.
He’s about to get his ass handed to him
“Sure. Only a woman could handle all these men riding her and come out on top every single time, right?”
She peeked around the corner in another baggy T-shirt that I swore she wore to drive me insane. I wanted to know if there were shorts underneath or if she just wore panties that would be easy to slip aside.
The friend zone we hovered in was becoming my least favorite place.
Maybe it was her blatant skepticism or the way she genuinely thought I’d have a problem with it that had me turning to the fridge and pulling out a cannoli the chef had made. I held the dessert out in front of me. “Open wide, love.”
Ick
She did and, of course, whether she wanted to or not, she moaned and closed her eyes. I gave myself a second to listen to her before I brushed a piece of frosting from her lips. She stared at me sucking it off my thumb.
Bro thats a cannoli
I waited for her moan but there was complete silence as she chewed with her eyes closed. Maybe I’d lost my touch. Then her head hit the table. “No. I can’t stand it. I’m dead.” “What?” “I’m in love with you now. I can’t believe I get this cooking for six months. Oh my God.”
Romance fl stop moaning when eating food pls Jesus
The woman’s voice was sex on a stick to begin with, and now I was reminded of how good she sounded with her mouth around my
Wtf is ‘sex on a stick’
you didn’t mix a man born in filth with a mermaid, not tainted yet by the pollution of my cities.
“I’m going to stop you right there.” His jaw was granite, sharp edged and flexed. “I don’t need to know about your sexual history, Mo.” He sounded mad, and maybe even a little disgusted.
Someone is jealoussssss
“What, like a rebound?” He chuckled. Then he held up a finger. “No wait. Please tell me this is a revenge fuck. I’d love to get that out of it.” Dante sighed from the driver’s seat as he maneuvered onto the busy roads. “Bradley.” I rolled my eyes. “You should feel bad I’m doing this. I feel bad I’m doing this.” “What for?” He shrugged and put his arm around me to pull me close. “We’ve always used each other for sex. It’s not like that was going anywhere. You’re too much like me for that.”
I hate when characters are villainized to make other characters look better sigh
“What do you mean?” I jerked back to glare at him. “I’m not like you.”
U two r actually exactly a like except ur leagues more spoiled and selfish lol
“Did you see his face?” “Who’s face?” “The guy you’re trying to make jealous, Mo.” He pulled me close. “Bastian was furious. He looked about ready to kill me.”
“What type of fiancée will you be to me, huh? I want you and can’t have you, but you’ll spread your legs for another so fast I’m not sure we can keep this little charade going.”
OOF
Possessive and cruel. “Sebastian Armanelli.” I gasped his full name, and he laughed like a madman behind me. “You say my name like you’ve just met me.” “Haven’t I?”
“That’s right. The leader of the Armanelli family. About to get you off and do you a favor so you won’t have another man risking his life to do the same.”
She’d thrown that in my face and suggested another man like she could insert anyone between her legs and be fine. She probably would’ve been because I wasn’t about to hurt her. But I’d kill the man. I wanted to put a hit out on Bradley for that very reason. I’d seen red when she’d left the ballroom with him.
I didn’t care what she’d told him, in another life, I would have shot him just for that. Had I been like my father or anyone else in the mob, he would’ve been dead already. I still wanted him dead even after I’d had her. His lips had been on hers, and he’d dragged his hands across her hips.
She breezed by me, her blue dress flapping with how fast she left the room. I pounded the wall with a fist.
Men hitting walls is an ick
Morina didn’t seem to understand that we were bound now in a way she would never be able to shake for as long as she lived. My Untouchable.
I spoke in Italian to her. I told her she was as beautiful as the sea, that I would never really be able to have her like I wanted because who could bottle the beauty of the ocean. She wouldn’t understand, nor would anyone else.
That was the real reason for those crystals in that ring, you dumbass.
insane. “I still don’t think we should. It’s fucked-up that you’re in my head this much, that I’m around you and can’t feel, smell, imagine anyone else, Morina. Do you know I considered checking my horoscope today?”
“‘What the hell?’” He whirled around, molten rage brewing in his gaze, singeing me as he approached. He got right in my face and grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck. “I said, we get married tomorrow. You and me. My fiancée. Tomorrow, you’ll be my wife. Do you understand?”
“What?” I glanced at the food in my hand. Then set it on the counter. “No. That’s not … I’m not eating it because I’m trying to not appear bloated for cameras today.” “You what?” He stood, his chair screeching behind him before he rounded the counter. “They’ll put our picture in the tabloids, and I don’t want to look like I ate—” He picked up the fork and stabbed the rest of the crepe onto it while a string of Italian flew from his mouth. His other hand went to the nape of my neck. “Open, ragazza.” “Bast—” He pushed past his name with the fork, and the food was in my mouth before I could
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Gross gross gross
“Do I have two guns on me?” I screeched, my heart beating louder than drums in a marching band. “You will always have a sniper watching out for you if that’s what you’re asking. I won’t risk your safety again.” “You’re being overprotective. Actually, you’re insane. The food truck was one time.” He turned to the car. “One time was enough.”
watching me then?” “Yeah, the fucking paparazzi and everyone else. You can’t work the food truck right now.” “I want to go back to work.” “No.” “Are you joking right now? Don’t you have to work?” “Yes, and you can stay at the penthouse while I do it.” I crossed my arms. “I’m so happy this isn’t ‘until death do us part.’” “Are you so sure?” he threw back. “Maybe I won’t divorce your smart ass and you can deal with me for all of time.”
He turned and kissed the top of my head. It was platonic, soft, like a friend greeting another. Still, I wanted it to be more, and I probably imagined it was more. “My vow is to protect you, ragazza. Even if it’s from myself.”
“Out of my—? I’m working from home for you.” Two months? It meant we’d been married and worming around each other for three weeks without a fight.
“I’d just purchased it. I figured it was close and that you’d like tiles that look like the ocean.” I sounded idiotic, like I’d been pussy-whipped from the beginning.
The woman should have worn a shirt. She meant to drive me insane by not, and I didn’t care what anyone else said.
“He doesn’t ever use this one anyway,” she added. That wasn’t the point at all.
She chased me down. “Oh my God. Let’s compromise! Jesus, you’re such an old man sometimes. You realize people go topless here half the time? There’s a topless beach right up the road. Want to go?” “Don’t fuck with me, Morina. You’re
The head of the freaking Mafia misted my grandma’s flowers like it was the most normal thing in the world. He turned the leaves with such gentleness that I almost cried, holding back my orgasm.
