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Tears started brewing in my eyes and hurt
within my heart. I reached for the door handle.
Sick! Just plain
sick!

I cracked the door open and was about to run
off, when suddenly, I felt myself being pulled by the arm and spun
round. Dizzy and breathless at the sudden reorientation, I gazed at
the broad chest before me as the door clicked shut and my back was
thrust against it.

My gaze drifted up to the stern face above
me, and before I could gasp out at the raw fire I saw within those
Prussian blue eyes, firm lips crushed against mine as I felt warm
fingers dig deep into my hair.

I whimpered as he kissed me long and hard,
thrusting his tongue against mine, stroking and caressing and
licking and playing, making me breathless and squirm with a sense
of hunger for more. I was gone. My head swam in this deep pool of
sensation and my being floated in midair, surrounded with his warm
aura.

His hand moved down to my breast and cupped
it, feeling the soft flesh against the thin material of my T-shirt.
I gasped and groaned in response, and my breasts became hard and
engorged, sensitive at this slightest touch.

When he thrust his muscular thigh between
the softness of my legs, my core burned and twisted, crying out its
need to be filled with him. It was the moment that brought me back
to reality.

This shouldn’t go any further. Thus, I
blinked and shook my head as I tried to shove him off me. He
retaliated by increasing the firmness of his grip. When I tried
even harder, he had one hand at the small of my back and hoisted me
up until I was riding his thigh. I freaked out because the action
and position increased the twisting and burning need in my core,
the craving for his manhood and for him to simply ravish me, take
me, and do so in every which way that pleased him.

Oh God!
I could feel the hardness of
his shaft against me, and my body responded by turning weak,
trembling with the need to be filled, shocking me to my center.

My mind, however, refused to submit to his
sexual seduction. It was then he let go of my lips. Instead, his
hot mouth moved to tease the sensitive spot near my ear. My whole
body shuddered as he whispered, “You’re definitely worth two
million. I’d fuck you every night.”

I caught my breath at his words and felt
weak and aroused. I was reduced to a wanton wench.

Slowly, he eased his thigh between my legs
and lowered me to the ground. With his face touching mine and lips
caressing my cheek, he said slowly and softly, “Make up your mind.
Two million. Five years. Your brother will go free. You have until
Friday morning.”

He moved his body back, though his hand
still trapped me between him and the door. Panting, I watched him
as he stared at me, his eyes intense.

“What are you still doing here?” he suddenly
snapped.

I heard the frustration and anger in his
voice, but how could I move if he was still trapping me there? He
was a brick wall, and I was a puny thing. Furthermore, my legs
couldn’t move. They were paralyzed in numbness.

My body stiff, he pulled me by the arm,
closer to him. I could feel the whole length of him, his muscular,
toned body and his hard rod pushing against his pants, against my
belly. I squirmed with a flare of sexual heat at the feel of his
bulge, evidence of his hunger and desire for me.

“Or have you decided already?”

I blinked and hesitantly shook my head.

He cupped my face firmly so I had no choice
but to look up at him.

“You know how fucking tempting you are,
sweetheart?” he said. “If you don’t want me to throw you on the
floor and fuck you hard now—
leave!
”

I got the message loud and clear. I pulled
myself free from his enchanting incarceration and turned my back to
him. My hands at the door, I tried to yank it open. When it didn’t
budge, I whispered, “The door.”

I felt him releasing a deep sigh, as if it
were very painful for him to suddenly let me go. Then slowly and
reluctantly, he eased his hand from the door.

I pulled it open and slipped out, racing
down the hall, heart pumping loud and fast and tears blinding
me.

My heart was still racing from the short,
intense, stupefying experience when I sprinted down the grand
stairs. I was at the base and was about to leave when Ms. Lane
appeared before me. Her expression was once again clam and
stern.

“Your backpack,” she said tonelessly,
handing me my belongings.

I got ahold of myself and murmured,
“Thanks.”

With my stuff back, I ran out the door and
down the long driveway. I didn’t stop running until I reached the
gate, until I was sure I was far enough away from Mr. J. Maxwell,
the man who had hotly kissed me and wanted to ravish me. The man
who made me squirm under his touches and made my core desire to be
filled with his hard shaft. The man who reduced me to nothing but a
wanton wench. It was only then I collapsed on the grass and allowed
the tears to flow down my cheeks and the hunger and craving to be
ravished and filled by the man with beautiful Prussian blue eyes,
the man named Mr. J. Maxwell, to consume me.

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THE NINE KINGDOMS SERIES

A Demon’s Wrath

A Demon’s Bride

His Crimson Rose

FALLING FOR SAKURA
TRILOGY

A Secret Kiss (Book 1)

A Secret Proposal (Book 2)

A Secret Affair (Book 3)

KIWI BRIDE
SERIES

His Hired Girlfriend

Highland Kiss

When the Sun Courts the Moon

A Secret Admirer

THE ROGUE
SERIES

The Earl’s Desire

The Duke’s Revenge