Obsession Without Rules: Boundless Des
"Amara Cross, do you want to drive me insane? I accept the invitation to the club only to find you swaying like a professional temptress, screaming in my head, showing off your curves to hungry eyes, and yet you do it proudly!"
He gripped my arms with painful strength. My hand slid down, pressing against myself in both ache and pleasure, and he didn’t notice. But when he saw my reddened eyes, he exhaled sharply, moaning:
"Amara, are you drunk?"
I nodded, embarrassed, tears streaming like a waterfall from the deadly pulse inside me.
"Master Dorian, I’m intoxicated… completely drunk."
His eyelids widened in shock, his eyes darkening further. "What are you babbling, little one? What did you take to end up like this!"
I trembled, and suddenly a soft moan escaped me from the pressure of my fingers—I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pressed my palms to my mouth, then removed them, whispering to him in desperate pleasure:
"Master Dorian, touch me."
I whispered, voice trembling, and his eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like they were seeking a lifeline. Everything froze the moment his hand settled on the back of my head, leaning toward me, his mouth crashing onto mine with savage hunger.
His warm body met mine, and my body shivered in his embrace. I closed my wet eyes submissively, letting him steal my breath with his ravenous intensity.
I threw myself into the depths of his ocean, unaware that falling doesn’t end at the bottom—it begins there.
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Amara Cross didn’t come to this city looking for love.
She came to survive… to finish her studies, to bury a past that never gave her a choice.
But one encounter changed everything.
Dorian… a man unlike any other.
Strong, mysterious, terrifyingly confident.