Prison Of Glass

❝You said that having sex with me is against your rules.❞ He trailed featherlight kisses along my collarbone, occasionally nipping and sucking, making me throw my head back

❝Well, I'm not good at following them anyway.❞ I moaned out loud making him smirk.
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Anastasia Laurent, the blue eyed enigma.

Her tongue dipped in sarcastic venom, eyes twinkling in mischief and rule breaking seeped deep in her blood. She was someone he knew he could never escape.

She was the taste of the forbidden, so sweet, yet so so wrong. She drew him in, like a moth to a flame, and the closer he went, the more he burned.

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Nathaniel François, the devil in disguise.

Storm brewing in his seafoam eyes, reeking of pure masculinity, the world at his fingertips, bowing at the figure that radiates power and money and him ruling with determination in his heart.

He knew he had to stay in his limits, he knew he could never have her, he knew that he could never cross that line. Yet he did, and did not think of the destruction that followed.

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