Dear Diamond

She wasn’t mine to claim—I knew nothing about her. But then our eyes met… She danced on stage, exposed in more ways than just her lack of clothing. I expected to see lust. Instead, I got anger, hatred, resentment. She was in deep with the company I’d escaped, and my presence at Club Swank made me guilty by association. But I refused to let them have her. I’d protect her at all costs. After all, they owed me. Dear Diamond is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

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Chapter 38: Ryker

When she pulled back a fraction, I sighed, sad to let her go. But she didn't pull free. No, in fact, all she did was create enough room to explore my chest and shoulders with her fingers. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to absorb her touch, and I basked in the swell of my heart. Every stroke of her nails was like a shot of scotch that warmed its way down my throat and then coated my stomach in relaxed bliss. With each caress, Nikki became more brazen. Her hand dipped a bit lower on my abdomen or inched a tad higher on my jaw.

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