Twisted
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WARNING: It's rated mature for a reason. "If you could read my mind, you would be running the other way." Gently, his fingers traced my collar bones. I could feel every inch of him pressed up against my back. From his strong, toned shoulders, to the very prominent erection that was pushed up against me. The teasing of his fingers suddenly sprang around my neck, forcing my head to rest against his shoulder. "I'm twisted, love. So very twisted. If you want me as much as I want you, then you're just as messed up as I am." Looking into his eyes, I could see it. The lust. The want. The fact that I was in way over my head and there was no chance of me getting away unscathed.
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WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES "You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

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