Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

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Maybe it was the alcohol. The lack of inhibition freed me from the anxiety and worries that usually plagued my mind.

Or maybe I just didn’t have any excuses anymore.

Softly, I reached up my hand, my fingertips brushing against his stubbled cheeks. He glanced down at me curiously, staying perfectly still as I buried my fingers into the five o’clock shadow.

“You changed,” I murmured to myself, feeling the squareness to his jaw-the way his cheeks had lost that chubbiness from when we were kids.

He was strong and firm and real.

Damon blinked slowly at me as if he was the one drunk. Even upside down, I could see the way he enjoyed my touch, leaning into my hands.

I fluttered to the small black mole underneath his right eye, pressing down gently. That was the same.

And so were his dark eyes.

The boy I used to know had become a man before I knew it. I was the only one who hadn’t noticed.

‘You were his light when he felt hopeless, Lacey had told me.

I was the reason he was standing here today, stronger than anyone knew.

“Do you love me?”

The words fell out of my lips, with no barriers to hold them back anymore. The fear of knowing the answer didn’t come as I expected.

I already knew.

Damon’s dark eyes never left me-crashing together like a wave of an ocean meeting the lava in a volcano. We were different.

But we somehow fit together. I couldn’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.

Damon leaned down until our lips were barely brushing, and our eyes connected deeply. I could see my reflection in his gaze as he whispered

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his answer.

“I always have.”

like a hot summer day, and I ran my hands through his

and I nipped at his lower lip, savoring the taste of us together. His hand pressed against my chin, lifting it to meet his kiss. He tasted sweeter, but I

working on fell to the floor, and we broke away, breathing hard. I twisted

enough; I wanted more. I needed more. My skin felt feverish to the

feeling him through his pants. I took control this time as his hands. settled loosely on my

c*ck, my nails scratching lightly at the fabric over it. His eyes blew wide open, and his

caring for warning signs. My palm closed over the shape of him, feeling the heat of it as it hardened under my hand. “What are

over his pants. His jaw clenched as he breathed out through his nose, his hips rising unconsciously to meet

mine-his pupils expanded

pressed my mouth against his. The kiss was sloppy and open-mouthed and scorchingly hot as

trembling fingers, and I half-expected him to push me away. To reject

floor, and I broke from the kiss, breathing heavily. He watched me

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a few times. His head fell

underside of his d*ck in a firm,

uncomfortable stretch as my mouth tried to take him in fully. He groaned, his hands gripping my hair as I tasted him

I could hear the low groans spilling from his mouth, his hips. lurching with every

at the way his c*ck disappeared into the hot

moved with purpose, swallowing him as far as I could until he was so deep in my throat I could barely breathe. He gripped my hair tightly, groaning like a wounded. animal as his hips jerked

his warm come burst in my mouth, and he was so deep in my throat that I had no choice but to swallow, some spilling past my lips

in ragged gasps. I wiped the spend still on my lips with my thumb, smirking triumphantly at how completely

he looked.

him. His burning eyes followed my every movement, looking very much like he wanted to eat me

could blink, he had me on my back, caging me in with his arms as he smothered me with his gaze. A wicked smirk crawled up his lips, and

“How naughty, Addie.”

grinned, “What are you going to do

buried his head against my throat, biting down just enough to sting. and I moaned as he practically

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down over my underwear, just enough pressure to know he was there.

worry, dear,” he purred into my ear. “I’ll make sure to repay you all

and I shivered, the deep ache burning as he pressed his

his neck,

with desire but also mirth. He dipped one finger into me, and I

pumped it slowly in and out.