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"The harder I try to hate you, the deeper I fall for you."

His presence irked her to the core, but whenever he got out of her sight, she missed him?! 

….

A tyrant, known to be the city's infamous playboy. 
As an executive assistant, she was forced to work under him by the most cruel twist of fate.

If losing her job overnight was a nightmare, then working under a boss like Desmond Fort was hell. He was an arrogant narcissist with an ego bigger than the whole of Imperium city, but that was not what angered her the most. 

The most infuriating fact was that despite his constant assholery, her heart seemed to stupidly skip a beat every time he gazed at her with those devilishly charming eyes. 
She knew she was making a mistake but that didn't stop her from sinking deeper and deeper into his charm. 


All she wanted now was to leave! But leaving hell was not nearly as easy as getting in.

The Tyrant's Wife

Desmond didn't need to be told twice. He unzipped her dress and lifted it by the hem, pulling it over her head in one swift move. The little tease had worn his favorite bra—a fiery red one that was lacy and had a string of pearls outlining her boobs. Her hard nipples peeked through the cups, driving him crazy with lust.

He pulled the straps down her shoulders and pulled it to set her boobs free, which he cupped in his hands and squeezed. She moaned from the intense sensation and ground her hips to rub her core against his hardness.

He nearly ripped his shirt with the force he used to get it off his body and when their chests rubbed against each other with no obstacle between them, she was on edge.

I want you (2)