One-Night Stand – Opposites Attract Romance Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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He caught her looking at him. “What is it?”

Unwilling to tell him she was thrilled at the thought of him owning her, she said instead, “I was wondering what to call you.” A rueful smile curving on her lips, Daria asked, “And do you even remember my name?”

His own lips curved, and curse it, she almost gaped at how exquisitely sexy the smile was. And then he said in a low, accented voice, “Daria.”

Oh God.

She stumbled, her toes curling so hard at the sound of her name on his lips it had her losing her balance.

He caught Daria before she fell, his hold even more possessive now, but gentler, too, and curse it, but that made her toes curl anew and her hold on his arm tighten. When he had righted her, she looked up at him, and curse it, curse it, curse it, her toes would probably be permanently curled by now, the way this man kept doing things that was just too insanely beautiful.

The tiniest smirk had curved on his lips, and for some reason, seeing it felt like a reward to Daria.

“Remembering your name pleased you that much?”

His arrogance should have turned her off, but curse it, everything about him just made him crazy sexier in her eyes. “It did,” she heard herself admit. At the same time, her hold on his arm changed, turning sensual as she drew her fingers slowly across his skin. She heard him inhale sharply, and even as a heady sense of power filled her, Daria’s body also reacted to it, her nipples puckering behind the thin cotton material of her dress.

“Vixen.”

She laughed, the sound throaty. “Am I?”

He pulled her to him suddenly, and her laughter abruptly died as the bulge of his still burgeoning arousal pressed against her belly.

She felt rather than saw him smirk over her head as he asked, “Still in the mood to laugh?”

She shook her head, her throat too dry for her to talk.

When he pulled away, she was mute and dazed with desire. She had never felt this way, and in the back of her mind, she thought of it as another sign. This man was really hers. This man was the one she had been waiting for her whole life, and she didn’t give a...a...curse no matter how foolish her convictions sounded.

“You still haven’t told me your name,” she whispered.

He thought of using a different name, the way he had always done whenever he found himself a woman to service him. But as Nik looked into her eyes, he heard himself speaking the truth. “Nik.”

Her lips moved slowly, as if carefully testing the feel of his name. “Nik.”

His entire body shuddered at the sound of it.

She saw it too, and arousal burned even more fiercely inside him as she wetted her lips and repeated his name. “Nik.” A hint of provocative mischief danced in her eyes as she looked at him challengingly, saying, “My Nik.”

His first instinct was to reject the claim, and he could see that a part of her expected him to do so. It was an outrageous claim, but then, he was beginning to see that this woman wasn’t the kind to do things half measure.

In the end, he only lifted an equally challenging brow at her, asking, “You think you can keep me yours?”

She didn’t – couldn’t – answer right away, she had been so sure he would say something that would negate her words. But he hadn’t. He hadn’t.

And curse it, but that was a sign too, right?

To answer him, she stepped towards him. Just one tiny step closer, enough for the tips of her breasts to brush against his chest. “The question should be the other way around.” Her voice was huskily teasing. “The question is whether you’re able to keep me yours.” She was barely done talking when he moved, his hand taking her hand to brush against his cock. Her body shook with a mixture of shock and desire, her eyes widening as they flew to his.

He was smirking again, and she became so much wetter at the sight of it.

“I think we have our answer, ne?”

“Ne.”

His eyes burned. “I like it when you speak Greek to me.”

Her shoulders slumped. “I only know a few words.”

His lips curved at the forlorn note in her voice and the disappointed look crossing her face, but even so he found himself telling her soothingly, “It doesn’t matter.” He couldn’t remember the last time he had exerted effort to comfort another person, but for this woman, he found himself disliking any sign of sadness in her expression. “I will teach you.”

Surprised pleasure flickered in her gaze. “You will?”

He nodded. “I will teach you the most important things.” He bent his head, whispering to her ear, “I will teach you to say words that please me in bed.”



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