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“You won’t regret it,” I whisper—but the second the words leave my lips, Josh is on me.His mouth crashes against mine again, his lips were hot, hungry, desperate. His kiss steals the air from my lungs, and I give in, melting under him. His hands are everywhere—rough, demanding, sliding under my dress.I gasp when his fingers graze my skin, the heat of his touch sending wild shivers down my spine. He grabs my thighs, lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel him. Hard. Needing. Just like me.He walks to his room direction with his lips still on mine, he kicks the door open. It slams behind us.“Josh…” I moan, not even sure if I’m begging or warning him to slow down.But he didn't stop. He growls low in his throat, throwing me onto the bed like I’m his long waited food, like he’s been starving for me. I land on the soft sheets with a gasp, heart pounding.I’ve never seen his room before… and now I’m laid in the middle of it.The sheets are soft bene

His hands were fire on my skin—rough, claiming, unrelenting. One moment I was breathing, the next, I was gasping, pressed beneath him like he was trying to fuse our bodies into one."You're mine now..." Josh growled against my neck, his voice a low thunder that vibrated deep in my core. His breath was hot, his lips trailing down to my collarbone, where he bit and kissed in the same breath—possessive, primal.I moaned, helpless to the way his body commanded mine. Every thrust was a declaration, a claim that made my legs shake, my fingers claw into his back. He was a storm, crashing into me with raw need. And God, I loved the way he broke me apart.My body arched, meeting every powerful movement, every deep stroke that pushed me higher. He kissed me like he was starving, his lips devouring mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. His tongue tangled with mine, as if he needed to taste every sound I made.“Say it,” he murmured into my mouth, hips slamming forward. “Say you

I tried to form the words, to say something—anything. But my mouth felt dry, like it had been drained of all moisture. The tension was suffocating, my heart racing as my mind scrambled for something to hold onto."Yes, I’m fine," I finally managed to croak out, the words barely more than a whisper. I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes, praying he wouldn’t notice the storm raging inside me.But of course, he noticed.His gaze, once directed at the TV, snapped to me like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. The shift in his attention was instant, piercing. Josh stood up slowly, his movements deliberate as he strolled toward me. Each step felt like a drumbeat pounding in my chest. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. My body froze, locked in place as if my feet were nailed to the floor.Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me—just inches away, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. The space between us seemed to shrink, suffocating me with his presence. I inst

The woman standing in the doorway is strikingly beautiful, with a well-sculpted face that looks like it belongs in a magazine. Every angle of her features is perfectly balanced—sharp cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that seem to flicker with something just beneath the surface.Her dark hair is pulled back in a neat yet effortlessly messy bun, and she wears a simple outfit that looks expensive in the way only truly high-end clothing can. It’s casual, yet she carries it with a quiet confidence that makes it seem like she’s the one who owns this place, not the other way around.She stood on the doorway for a while, almost like someone who doesn't need an invitation to step into the room, but she still waited for one—from Josh—before she could fully come inside.From where she stood, she took a moment to glance around, her gaze moving from person to person, before looking back at Josh. I watch his body freeze, his eyes going wide for the briefest second, and then he covers it, quickly scho

Josh rises from his seat slowly, but there’s something in the way he moves that makes everyone pause. Conversations die mid-sentence.I feel my chest tighten as I watch him. He doesn’t look at me. He’s walking—no, gliding—with that kind of quiet command that makes it feel like only he has the right to speak. His eyes are locked on Sophia.He walks toward her—not in a hurry, just calm and steady. But there’s something in his movement. Like every step carries weight, like he’s made up his mind about something big.I feel it in my chest, in the way the room seems to hold its breath. It’s not loud. It’s not dramatic.But it’s serious. Real.And it makes my skin prickle.My breath catches in my throat.Sophia turns sharply when she notices him approaching. Her smile flickers—then fades. She tries to hold her ground, but her arms cross in front of her chest.Josh stops right in front of her.His voice is calm and level—but I can hear the edge underneath.“Or maybe… one of you is just a fool