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Seducing my Bodyguard (18+) by tan_enchanted07
tan_enchanted07
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"𝑯𝒆 π’Šπ’” π’‘π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 π’Žπ’†. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’Š π’Žπ’π’‚π’π’†π’… π’‰π’Šπ’” π’π’‚π’Žπ’† π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’π’† π’•π’π’–π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’šπ’”π’†π’π’‡." I was born untouchable-the dangerous daughter of one of the most feared men in the city. And then there's Elias Cross. My personal bodyguard. Six-foot-four. Handsome. Strict. Forbidden in every way that matters. It started as provocation. Now it's obsession. He's supposed to keep his hands to himself. But I will make sure it's impossible for him to not touch me because, Elias Cross was mine the moment he laid eyes on me.πŸ’‹ πŸ‘‘ HIGHEST RANKINGS πŸ‘‘ #1 in bodyguard- 29/01/26 #1 in action-romance - 08/02/26
HIS UNWANTED WIFE by sweetstuff1111
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Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.
Milk & Gunpowder by CynBurnsGold
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He was born for war. She was built to heal. But when his mouth finds comfort in her breast, the line between hunger and need begins to blur. A mafia king, bleeding and broken. A doctor with a body that won't stop giving. Love was never supposed to feel like this-desperate, raw, and addictive.