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My Sugar Daddy Is My Best Friend's Boss

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Warning! “Your parents owe me $10 million,” he said, his voice a velvety growl as he slowly unfastened his shirt cuffs, each movement deliberate, calculated. Lyra’s gaze snapped to his, sharp and defiant—but the heat radiating from his presence curled around her like smoke. “And what exactly does that have to do with me?” He stepped in, close enough for her to breathe in the intoxicating scent of his cologne—dark spice, danger, dominance. “Everything.” She lifted her chin, her spine straightening even as her pulse jumped. “If you’re looking for pity or a payout, look elsewhere.” A smirk touched his lips, dark and amused. “I’m not interested in their money. Or yours.” His eyes drifted down her body, slow and possessive, making her skin prickle with unwanted awareness. “I’m offering you a way out.” Her stomach fluttered with something that wasn’t quite fear. “What kind of way?” “You,” he said simply. “Ten nights. One for every million. You give yourself to me, and your parents walk free.” Lyra stared at him, blood roaring in her ears. “You can’t be serious.” “I’m always serious.” His tone dropped, laced with something far more dangerous than anger. “I could destroy them slowly, legally. Strip everything they own. Or...” He took another step closer, and heat coiled low in her belly. “You pay the debt... with your body.” Her lips parted, but no sound came out. He leaned in, his voice brushing her ear like silk. “Not just in my bed. On my terms. My rules. My pleasure.” Lyra’s breath hitched. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Outrage warred with something darker—something aching and curious and impossible to deny. “And if I say no?” she whispered. “Then they rot in my grip. Years, maybe. Or...” His hand lifted, fingertips grazing her jaw, igniting sparks in their wake. “You say yes, and they go free. Tonight. No more games. Just you and me... and what I do to you behind closed doors.” Her skin flushed. Her fists clenched, but she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. His gaze dropped to her lips. “Don’t pretend you’re not tempted,” he murmured. “I can see it. You’re wondering what it would feel like to surrender. To let someone take control...” She swallowed, her voice a whisper. “What happens when the ten nights are over?” He smiled, slow and wicked. “You’ll beg me for more.” The room spun, thick with heat and tension. And then, barely breathing, she whispered, “Okay.” His eyes burned into hers. “Say it like you mean it.” Lyra held his gaze, trembling, but unyielding. “I’ll do it.” "Good girl." Synopsis: When Lyra’s parents default on a $10 million loan, their powerful and enigmatic creditor comes to collect—not with threats, but with a proposition. Dressed in a tailored suit and cloaked in cold charisma, he offers Lyra a chilling choice: surrender herself to him for 10 nights—one night for every million—or watch her parents remain under his control indefinitely. This book contains raw erotic content, and readers below the age of 18 are strongly advised not to read this book
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