Duties And Desires

Duties And Desires

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WpMetadataReadTerminé mar., janv. 21, 202534 m
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Romance
It has been four years since I was jilted at the altar by the love of my life, Dani. Time enough, some would say, to have moved on and then some. And yet here I was, still stuck. Sure, superficially, I seemed to be moving on. Had let my shy waitress ensnare me in her sweet trap. But it wasn't the same. It was all temporary... Christy knew it better than anyone. After all I hadn't made her any promises in the months that we had been together. And now that Dani was back, and in trouble too- Nothing mattered to me in front of that. Not even the shy stray I had started to care for. Now if only Christy would understand that and move on...
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"You don't belong in this world of mine," Liam whispered, his lips inches from mine. "But I'm selfish, and I can't let you go." "I want to stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm falling for you too, Liam." - I should be sneering, laughing even. How blind could he be? Liam Sterling-the killer, master manipulator, the ruthless, untouchable king of New York's underworld-brought to his knees by the one woman sworn to tear him apart. For years, revenge was all I had. Liam destroyed my family, tore my life apart, leaving me with nothing but rage. I rebuilt myself piece by piece, every step driven by the thought of making him pay. But then... I got close to him. Close enough to touch. His touch is fire, burning through every wall I've built. Each kiss, every stolen moment, weakens my defenses, awakening a need that terrifies me. How can I want him like this? Crave him, when every scar I carry is a reminder of all he's taken? I should hate him. I should destroy him. But when he looks at me, when he holds me like I'm something he needs to protect, I'm lost. And as I watch him break, all I feel is a strange, hollow ache where satisfaction should be. How can I keep fighting him, when I'm already falling, already broken, for the man I was supposed to ruin?

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