Free Unwillingly Yours (Warning: Love Moderately) by Marian Tee, Lourdes Marcelo Page B

yet here I was - a slave to a stranger’s gaze. I was scared that if this man told me to bend over, I’d ask if he wanted me to take off my undies first or let him do the honors.

The Werewolf Prince and I
    Somehow, I expected something a
lot
kinkier than this cozily furnished room. It even has its own
faux
fireplace and a rocking chair. If this was an orgy house, it would seem like Mr. Moretti has a taste for cougars. The really old ones.
    Past the mini-living room in front of the fireplace is a breakfast counter and a small but fully-equipped kitchen. There’s even a basket of fruits on the worktable, plus a blender half-filled with some thick-looking yellow liquid.
    Organic Viagra, perhaps?
    When I glance back at Domenico Moretti, he’s visibly exasperated. “It’s just fresh mango shake, my dirty-minded little darling.”
    Forget about the dirty mind part. I’m totally blown away he’s called me his darling.
    “Don’t believe the stuff people have been saying about me. Most of it is garbage.” He frowns, staring hard at my face as if he’s seen something that doesn’t make sense.
    Shick!
    I try to school my expression into something less obvious, but it’s too late.
    He makes a choking sound. “Are you actually
disappointed?”
    “I’m not!” My cheeks heat up at his accusation. And I’m not – really!
    Mr. Moretti laughs, a full-bodied one that shouldn’t have sounded so sexy but does. He leans back against his chair, still laughing. Seated as he is, head thrown back and lean muscular legs fully stretched out before him, Domenico Moretti looks like a picture-perfect ad for Playgirl.
    He’s also unapologetically aroused.
    I can’t help noticing, and it turns me into a tongue-tied lump of melting jelly. The shape of his erection is more than visible against his pants, which stretch tautly on his thighs. My heart speeds up, working double-time as he finally stops laughing and leans forward.
    “I’m sorry I made you faint,” he murmurs.

Drawn: His Secret Toy
    “Relax,” he murmurs. “I’m not going to have sex with you, I promise.” A wicked grin briefly appears on his lips. “And that kills you, doesn’t it?”
    I want to say ‘fuck off’. I want to flip him the middle finger. But years of strict Christian upbringing are hard to ignore.
    “Piss off,” I say again instead.
    He blinks. “This is going to sound weird, but…do you turn Brit when you’re mad?”
              “Piss off.”
    We get into a tug-of-war, one that Yuki easily wins, and I’m out of the car in a flash.
    “Say ‘fuck’ and I’ll let you go right this minute.”
    “F…f...piss off!”
    Yuki doubles over. “You do!” He looks at me with tears in his eyes. “When we have fantasy sex, do I get to have a British accent, too?”
    I roll my eyes. “Of course not.” Then I scowl when I realize what he’s made me say.
    He laughs. “You’re the most fascinating person I’ve ever met,
senpai.
You really are.”

Evren: Enter the Dragonette
    “You can go now,” Lucian reminded me without meeting my eyes.  He was finding the ceiling a suddenly fascinating sight.
    Oh, my God. 
Could it be possible?  Could someone like Lucian have a crush on me the way I was so crushing on him?
    I thought about it.
    Well, it wouldn’t hurt to dream, would it?
    “Lucian.”
    It took him a long time to look at me.  The mask of impassiveness had settled back on his face.  “Yes?”
    I smiled at him and teased, “I’m going to miss you.”
    His eyebrow lifted just the tiniest bit.
    I wasn’t done.  I tiptoed to his side and surprised him with a kiss on his cheek, Lucian’s whole body freezing as my lips touched his skin.  “I’m sure you’ll miss me, too,” I told him with a mischievous smile before straightening and skipping out of the room with the silliest smile on my face.
     

Death Loves Me Not
    Will suddenly pressed her legs together. “I need to pee.”
                             “For