Azariah [REWRITING]

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"Do you even know what the fuck you do to me?" Dom questioned lowly as he pressed me against the window. My cheek pressed onto the cold glass as I mumbled incoherently, unable to form any words. The fact that if anyone looked up they would catch sight of us made me feel scared, but my body seemed to disagree as I felt wetness seep out of me and onto my panties.

Dom growled, smelling my arousal. "You're a dirty little girl aren't you?" He teased, his huge, rough hand coming up to the back of my neck and holding it, putting pressure on it. My breathing hitched as a little whine escaped my mouth.

He pressed his front against my back and my lower tummy fluttered with this unusual, euphoric feeling. His hot breath fanned against my neck. I gasped as I felt something hard poking my butt.

"You are so fucking pretty, baby." He whispered, kissing my neck as his hands moved down my body, leaving a fiery trail behind, feeling every inch of me. "So fucking sexy."

"Dont you dare compare yourself to any other woman ever again. You are all I will ever want. Only you." He growled possesively. With that, he turned me around harshly and slammed his lips onto mine.

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Azariah Monroe only wanted someone to pretend to be her boyfriend to benefit from the couples-only offer on valentines week at her favourite Cafe, she didn't expect meeting this extremely attractive man who calls her 'mate' or getting kidnapped two days later and seeing the same guy from the Cafe as the leader of the kidnappers, who was, for some reason equally shocked at seeing her.

Damiano Roman only wanted to get pack business done while he was passing through an area of town he'd rarely visited, when he caught her smell. After their first encounter he finds himself addicted to two things, one: hot chocolate with marshmallows and sprinkles, and two: her.

And he has no plans of letting her go.

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