Page 339 of Fated Mates of the Titan Empire

Except, of course, he wasn’t a man at all.

He was a Titan.

He was big and broad across the chest. His soaked clothes clung to his muscles underneath. A smile danced on those impossibly mesmerizing lips.

Did he know he had me right where he wanted me?

Right where I wanted to be?

I was his.

If he wanted me.

Did he want me?

This wasn’t supposed to happen. We had a deal.

We were meant to pretend to be in love, pretend we would get married.

But somewhere along the line, I lost track of that goal.

Now I was floating, heading for a distant but powerful light on the horizon.

It was love.

Then he took me by the hand.

He had a misty look in his eye as he led me inside the shuttlecraft.

And I knew what was in the cards.

I wanted it to be in the cards.

We had a deal.

We were supposed to be arranging a fake marriage.

Fake love.

But there was nothing fake about the emotions tumbling around in my stomach.

Or the knowledge that it couldn’t last.

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DYREL

What a night!

Loud music.

Flashing lights.

Writhing half-clad bodies.

Alcohol.

Fights.

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