The Sweetest Bet.

The Sweetest Bet.

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 20m
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The Bets were made and she was his new target, he couldn't wait to have her in his bed and under his will. He thought she would be just like the rest, an easy conquest. Little did he know that she was no easy prey, her sass and strong will would send him spiraling into feelings he has never felt before. Her arrival would not only set his heart ablaze, but set him on a path of confronting his criminal ways.
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Amara must move in with her enemy Jayden Delgado, as her parents are going on a business trip for a whole year. But when they start to catch feelings, is it worth the risk? #1 abusing 12/06/25 #1 daddyissues 08/06/25 #4 onebed 08/06/25 #3 richgirl 09/06/25 EXTRACT OF BOOK 🌶️🌶️🌶️ I reached up, hands on his belt, ready to flip this moment back in my favor. He caught both my wrists mid-move, pinned them again above my head, his hips pressing into mine. "No," he said roughly. "Not tonight." He tugged his shirt over his head in one swift motion. I stared. Broad chest. Hard stomach. Tattoos across his ribs I hadn't seen before. "Like what you see?" He smirks Before I can retort, he's undoing his belt, tying my wrists with it. And for some reason unknown to me, I don't fight back. With one strong thrust, he slid inside me - slow enough to feel every inch, deep enough to punch the air from my lungs. My head tipped back with a sharp gasp. My legs locked around him instinctively. "Say it," he groaned against my throat, moving deep and slow. "Say you're mine." I shook my head, defiant even as I clung to him. He quickened his pace, hips grinding into mine with ruthless precision. My back arched, my nails dug into his belt, but I still didn't say it. "You're going to break," he whispered. "And I'm going to love every second." His pace turned punishing, powerful, relentless. My body met every thrust with equal heat, equal fury, until I was panting, shaking, teetering on the edge of something blinding. "Say it." I wanted to fight him. I wanted to win. But when my release crashed over me - hot, devastating, unstoppable - the word tore from my lips in a broken cry. "Yours." His groan was feral, raw. He followed me over the edge seconds later, pulsing inside me, hands gripping my hips like he never wanted to let go.

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