The Aristocratic Cavalier

The Aristocratic Cavalier

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Jordan Wingstings and I were the ultimate couple, if you get passed the whole forbidden love thing. Allow me to explain. I'm Luna Bové, a newbie in the town of Florence, Oregon, and meeting this arrogant jerk was the last thing I was hoping for, however, falling for him was the easiest thing I think I've ever done. Once he let down his guard, I discovered parts of him that he barely knew existed. Royalty is the last thing I expected when I moved to Oregon, but Jordan exposed to me the royal side of his world, a world that is hidden beyond the confinements of our own. An entire new life unfolded before me, giving me the toughest choice I've ever had to go through. But through the end, Jordan was my Aristocratic Cavalier, and I was his Average Countess.
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His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth-or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed-a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I wasn't sure I wanted to escape. Because somewhere in the chaos, I realized I didn't just want to survive him-I wanted to burn with him. After all, being hated by Alexander Grayson was terrifying. But being wanted by him? That was lethal.

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