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Claimed by the Wolfe men.

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you’re not dying for me to rip these off and take you right here. Tell me, princess,” Jeremy whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against my ear. “Does your boyfriend make your legs shake like I do? Does he make your breath hitch the way I do? Does he make you this wet?” He teased as his fingers moved slowly, deliberately, teasing the slick heat between my thighs. Every stroke sent sparks shooting through me, making my knees buckle. It was just for a night. Have fun, loosen up, but then Bella meets a stranger at a club who gave her the best night of her life. No names, no numbers, just heated moments. But her world collapses when her mother announces that she is marrying the wealthy, cold, powerful Adrian Wolfe, a man Bella had always disliked, now being forced to move into the Wolfe mansion without her consent, Bella discovers that the stranger she slept with that night turned out to be Jeremy Wolfe, her new stepbrother. He pretends he doesn’t remember her, teases her, humiliates her, and corners her whenever he gets the chance. Meanwhile Adrian grows increasingly protective and possessive, insisting he only wants to “take care of her.” But his protectiveness gradually grows into something darker, and Jeremy’s coldness hides a hunger he’s fighting so hard to bury. Stuck between a sinful stepbrother who knows her body, and a powerful stepfather who wants her heart, she is dragged into a world of obsession, jealousy, temptation and lies. Everyone wants a piece of her, everyone is hiding something and one wrong choice could destroy her. Will Bella fight her forbidden desires or will she surrender to a love that could devour her whole?
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Chapter 5

“No way you didn’t,” Tania shrieked as she flung herself onto my bed, her eyes beaming with excitement.

I laughed hard, breathless, and still a little shy from the memories that hadn’t even cooled off yet. “Yes I did.”

Her jaw dropped. Then she pounced. “No you did not.” Before I could blink, she grabbed my hands, yanking me off the bed as we both jumped around like maniacs. “You whore!” she squealed.

“Shhh! My mom is downstairs!” I whispered, quickly closing the door.

Tania dropped onto the bed dramatically, crossing her legs like she was settling in for a movie. “Okay girl, start spilling right now. I want to hear everything, don't leave any details out.”

I pressed my palms together, laughing nervously. “No I’m not giving you the details, Tania, that’s weird.”

She gasped. “Weird? Did you just say weird, Bella? Bitch, this is literally the breaking news of the century. Your first ever bang bang and you want to keep it strictly Pg? Absolutely not. Start talking.”

I sighed, my cheeks heating instantly. “Well, after you left us, we got more drinks, and we talked. Along the line I had way too much to drink,” I began.

“You think?” she scoffed.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Then he suggested we go somewhere private.”

“And you said yes?” she asked, her voice going high-pitched like she couldn’t believe it.

“Well not at first, but later on I suggested it instead. Although deep down I wanted it to be his place.”

Her mouth fell open. “Isabella Morris!” Tania screamed, as she covered her mouth in fake horror. “You are a menace! An unpredictable, chaotic menace!”

We collapsed into laughter. “Hey,” I pointed at her, “you were the one who told me to loosen up and have fun!”

“And look how beautifully my words worked,” she said smugly, flipping her hair. “Maybe I should be a motivational speaker.”

I shook my head, still laughing. “This is all your fault you know.”

“Yes of course it is,” she said proudly. “And somehow you ended up getting laid, and not just with anyone, with the hottest guy in the club, so you’re welcome. Girl, You got the real deal, I’m so jealous right now.” She whined, as she positioned herself, placing her head in my lap.

I chuckled, as I played with her hair. “Okay. Spill it. I bet your night was great! So great you had to disappear on me.”

She blushed, as her hand went over her face. “Well, I met this guy. We got a few drinks, we talked and all, the sex was good, but I mean it could’ve been better.” She teased and laughed. I shook my head in disbelief, typical Tania.

“Okay Smartass. I know what you’re doing, but it’s not gonna work. Come on, I’m dying to know. Was he good? Like good good? Or ‘I regret everything’ kind of good?”

I covered my face. “Ewww Tania, I’m not about to dive into my first sexual experience with a total stranger by the way, just because you’re so interested in it, that’s gross.”

She shot up suddenly. “Don’t you dare deprive me of this. Have you forgotten? I was there when you had your first crush in seventh grade, I was there when you cried because Liam Benson rejected your love letter, and I was there when you swore to never date anyone, and just focus on your fictional men so, you owe me this.”

I groaned dramatically, burying my face in a pillow. “Okay fine,” I muttered. “But I’m not going to spill too much”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind,” she said, leaning in like she was about to taste forbidden tea.

“Well…” I swallowed, feeling my cheeks burn again. “He was an excellent kisser. Like superb.” Tania squealed so loud I had to smack her arm.

“And…” I hesitated, biting my lip as she leaned forward. “He knows how to work with his tongue and his lips,” I whispered quickly, before covering my face again.

“And?” She pressed further, as her eyes widened.

“And he’s…” I stopped, unable to form the words.

Tania narrowed her eyes. “Bella. Don’t make me shake it out of you.”

I chuckled. “And his fingers were absolutely insane, girl, don’t even get me started on what that cock can do. If I had to choose that as a meal, I wouldn’t mind having that for the rest of my life,” I immediately concluded, and collapsed on the bed.

Tania shrieked, as she rolled across the bed like she was possessed. “Oh my God! I absolutely cannot believe this. My sweet baby Bella had a wild night with a Greek god and she didn’t invite me to document it.” She crossed her arms dramatically. “Okay rate it on a scale of one to ten?”

“I’d say twenty.”

Tania let out a scandalized scream. “Jesus Christ! You nasty, nasty girl. Who are you? And what have you done with my best friend? Damn girl.” She dramatically cleaned her ears, to be sure what she heard actually came from me. As I burst into laughter.

“Who would have thought a day like this would come, a day when I will see you talk dirty, let your imagination run wild. I already concluded that such things were possible in your audiobooks, and dark romance novels. But seeing you right now, I’m so proud of you. That proves that my work here is done.” she added, proudly grabbing my hands. “I love this new version of you. Don’t you try to get rid of her.” She sharply said, pointing to my chest.

“I won’t,” I laughed. “To be honest I also love this new Bella. But seriously, what’s up with the fake name though? That completely caught me off guard.”

She snorted. “Duh. It’s called club code. A lot of people don’t use their real names in places like that. That way you get to have fun with people, and you don’t have to feel like you’re being watched or judged. It’s safe, simple and smart.”

I blinked. “That actually makes sense. I never would have thought of that.”

“Yeah obviously it does. Your book smart, I’m street smart, remember? And that’s why we’re the perfect combo.” We both laughed, and for a moment I forgot about everything else. Then my mom called from downstairs. “Girls! Dinner is ready!”

I groaned instantly. “Tania, please stay for dinner. Adrian is here and I really don’t have the energy to deal with him right now.”

She pouted sympathetically. “I wish I could babe, but my mom’s been blowing up my phone. If I don't finish that errand she’ll literally show up here in full demon mode.”

We both froze at the thought. Yeah… her mom was really scary. We headed downstairs, and as soon as we stepped into the dining room, my mood dropped. Adrian and my mom walked out of the kitchen together, laughing. His hand was around her waist. I nearly gagged.

“Bye Miss Morris!” Tania called sweetly. “I’m sorry I can’t stay for dinner. Maybe next time!”

“And hello, Mr. Wolfe!” she added with a wink before darting out the door.

“Tania’s always running,” my mom said, as she laughed shaking her head. “Someone would think she has an empire to run that constantly needs her attention.”

Adrian turned toward me, giving me his signature perfect smile, the one that never reached his eyes. “How are you doing, Bella?” he said warmly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your graduation yesterday, but your mom’s been talking about it non-stop. Congratulations once again.”

He handed me a glossy bag. “Although I hope you’ll accept this little gift from me.”

I stared at the bag, then at my mom. “Adrian, it’s not a big deal. You didn’t have to—”

“Bella,” my mom cut in sharply. “Don’t be rude, and just accept it. You know Adrian will do anything to make you happy, so why don’t you do the same by accepting his gift.”

I forced a breath out. “Thank you.” I opened the bag and my heart stuttered as I couldn’t believe what I found inside. The sold-out headphones I’d been wanting for, for months, a book by my favorite author that is yet to be released and a small velvet box, which contained a necklace that gleamed softly, and had my name engraved on it.

I swallowed. “Thank you,” I said again, smiling faintly this time.

His smile softened.“I wasn’t really sure what you liked but with the help of your mom, I was able to come up with a few.”

My mom beamed, as she leaned into him, then he squeezed her hand gently. “Thank you baby.” She responded as she stared at him with love sick eyes.

“Gross,” I said as I looked away. “Is this what I have to deal with everyday when they get married?” I muttered to myself. I ignored them, went back to my food and it was quiet for a while before my mom decided to break the silence.

“We have something to tell you.” She said, her eyes beaming, as she cleared her throat.

I looked up warily, already expecting the worse. She and Adrian smiled, exchanged a look, then, in perfect unison. “We’re getting married in a month.”

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