BURNING DESIRE (contract marriage)
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BURNING DESIRE (contract marriage)

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This story contains explicit s****l content, adult themes, and strong language. It is intended for mature readers only (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised.
I watched him walk toward me. Tall, dark eyes. Blonde short hair. I looked down at his pants, and my breath hitched. I could tell that he had a big c**k. I felt my p***y get wet. He sat next to me and smiled.
“Hi, my name is Jaxon. I’m 27.” He held his hand out.
“Hi, I’m Arabella, 24.”
I put my hand in his and shook it. He smiled again and turned to face me. He reached out his hand and gently touched my face. He pulled my face toward his and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss. It lasted a few seconds. I pulled back and smiled. I put my hand on his thigh, and he let out a moan. I moved my hand up and down his thigh. I felt it move. He put his hand on top of mine and moved it up his thigh. It got closer to his crotch, and I felt his c**k harden. I moved my hand to it. It was hard, and I could feel it move.
Arabella Kingston has it all—wealth, beauty, and freedom… but none of it fills the emptiness inside. When her billionaire parents demand she marry before the Christmas Summer Gala, she laughs—until she meets Jaxon Reed: dangerously calm, irresistibly dominant, and unlike anyone she’s ever known.
One night changes everything, and in a desperate gamble, Arabella offers a contract marriage. But Jaxon has secrets darker than her desires, and what begins as a fake arrangement spirals into passion, obsession, and a battle for trust.
This Christmas, Arabella must choose: her family name… or the man who broke her—and might be the only one who can put her back together.

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Chapter 8

Arabella’s POV

The city has a different pulse at night. Darker. Louder. Harsher. It feels like it knows what’s coming, like it’s aware that nothing in my life is safe anymore. My heels click against the pavement, but the sound feels hollow, drowned out by the storm in my chest. Every nerve is on fire, every thought consumed by him—……

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