No Rules for Love (18+)

No Rules for Love (18+)

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Monica has never believed in love. Casual hookups? Sure. Fun nights? Absolutely. Emotional attachment? Hard pass. Then one reckless night turns into a mistake she can't undo-when the man she slept with ends up becoming her new boss. Adrian Valenti is charming, dangerous, and exactly the kind of man Monica swore she'd never get attached to. But Adrian has a twin. Elliot Valenti is everything his brother isn't-controlled, disciplined, and frustratingly unreadable. The owner of the gym where her best friend works, he keeps his distance...but he's always watching. And Monica? She's caught in the middle. Because Adrian doesn't let go. And Elliot doesn't look away. Now Monica finds herself tangled between two men who challenge everything she thought she knew about control, desire...and love. Because sometimes, love doesn't follow rules. This is a spinoff to The Weight of Words but can be read as a standalone. ****Contains mature themes and scenes. This story is intended for adult readers (18+). Please enjoy responsibly and do not replicate this work.****
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"Sometimes we just had to lick the attitude out of her" ~♧~ I was only supposed to dance for them, not submit my entire existence to them. But they wanted me. They had me. I was theirs..... theirs to break, to care for, to love and theirs to fuck for as long as they willed it. As much as I didn't want succumb to the feeling, the feeling of being loved, I knew I wanted them as much as they wanted me. So I let them have me. And they used me like the fucktoy I was for them. Because I was theirs. ....... How can a mere dancer put the ruthless Kings on a leash. ~♡~

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