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He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

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Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

Red colored lights welcomed them into the room. Several sights of sins caught her attention. Women on their knees, shoving men’s genitals in their mouths. Women were getting pounded, their loud moans echoing through the other end of the room. Dimly lit up, but she caught glimpses. Naked girls danced around poles, their faces dripping with fluid that reeked like semen and alcohol. A visit to a sex club was new to her, but Daddy had crazy sexual fantasies he wanted them to explore together.

He hated how much he craved this… hated how every time Vito got close, something deep inside him woke up and begged to be touched, to be used, and fucking claimed. “I… I don’t know.” Vito stepped out of the shower, water pooling at his feet. “Come here.” Aiden moved without thinking. The moment he was close enough, water from Vito’s body soaked into his clothes. He reached out tentatively, pressing both hands against Vito’s chest. The skin was burning hot despite the shower. His fingers traced over old knife scars and intricate tattoos. He wondered what each mark meant, what kind of violent life had written these stories across Vito’s body.

Seraphina’s POV Alpha Darius was a monster. If he thought fucking me was going to get me to spill all of my secrets, he was so, so wrong. I sat on the edge of the narrow cot in my stone cell, knees pressed together, arms wrapped tight around my ribs. The cool air kissed my still-flushed skin, and I hated it—hated that every brush of air across my thighs reminded me of the wetness he'd left there. My cunt still ached, still throbbed from the brutal stretch of his cock. I could feel the ghost of his knot pulsing against my insides, and I clenched my thighs harder, trying to squeeze the memory out.

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs

My father had made sure of that. After a while, life had started to feel dull and repetitive. Shopping malls, parties, galas. Even the sex had gone quiet. Victor sometimes came to me once a week, and even that had started to feel like something I was just going through the motions of, not something I actually wanted anymore. But the moment Nikolai walked into the house, everything else faded. My thoughts narrowed to one thing only. How to get him to fuck the hell out of me. I wanted that heat, that rush, something that made me feel young again, even though I was only thirty.