Silver Eyes & Secrets
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When two fiercely attractive men move into the apartment directly across the hall, Mariana's quiet life is instantly thrown out the window. Especially when it comes to Ivan petrov, the blond with the piercing silver eyes, dangerous tattoos, and a gaze that makes her rules melt away.
The attraction is instant. Reckless. Irresistible.
Within hours of meeting, they are crossing lines they can't uncross, giving into a shameless, addictive temptation behind closed doors.
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"Three minutes it is then. Let's make you cum in three minutes, Mariana," he said.
I bit my lip, completely surrendering and letting him do whatever he wanted with me.
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But as a simple arrangement turns into a dangerous obsession, the walls begin to close in. Because people don't just happen to move in across the hall by accident, and Mariana is about to uncover a truth about Ivan that changes absolutely everything.
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"What is it?" he demanded, his voice dangerously low, his thumb pressing firmly against my jaw. "What are you hiding from me, Mariana?"
"You should ask yourself that," I said, my voice trembling slightly despite my best efforts to stay strong. I forced my chin out of his grip, staring bitterly into the eyes of the man I thought I knew. "What are you hiding from me, Ivan?"
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