Age Gap Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

6 AMIR The streets of Mexico City stretched before me like a maze, but I knew every corner, every alley. This city was mine, and soon, she would be too. My feet carried me through the busy crowd, but my mind was back in that quiet little bookshop with her. Mariana. I hadn’t meant to approach her so soon. I’d planned to stay hidden in the shadows a little longer, to let the tension build. But when I saw her today, standing there with her soft eyes and gentle smile, I couldn’t resist. She was everything I had imagined—pure, innocent, untouched by the darkness I carried with me.

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

He was the exact kind of supernatural predator she had warned me about since the day she drove me south. I sat there on the ground for long minutes, breathing through the ache between my legs and the louder ache in my chest. The golden scar still glowed faintly, a reminder of Drake’s touch and my own bad choices. I was twenty something years old and exhausted from wanting the wrong things. I wanted safety more than I wanted another orgasm that left me hollow. I wanted to stop lying to the woman who had buried her sister and still chose to raise me. I wanted out of this environment before it swallowed me whole.

. And I rode the elevator to his office floor, dick semi hard, already wanting him in his absence. Probably the anticipation. I walked into the quiet publishing building and found his desk on the second floor. Alex looked up from a stack of manuscripts, his face going pale when he saw me. “Marcus? What the hell are you doing here?” he whispered, standing up quickly with his cheeks which were flushed a deep red. I stepped closer, keeping my voice low. “I wanted to see you, Alex. Last night was incredible. You felt perfect.” He glanced around the office, nervously. A few of his coworkers who were packing to go home curiously looked our way. “It was a mistake,” he said with his voice shaking. “

He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto hers with a savage, uncompromising hunger that completely shattered her remaining defenses. Grace let out a sharp, muffled sob against his lips, but she didn't pull away. The systematic isolation of the estate, the terrifying pressure of the corporate collapse, and the volatile, intoxicating friction between them collapsed into a single, desperate need. She opened her mouth beneath his, her tongue tangling with his in a fierce, aggressive rhythm that tasted of rain, expensive bourbon, and unadulterated dominance. She was clawing at his shoulders, pulling him closer as the raw chemistry consumed the empty room.

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Aria Sinclair said, her voice calm, almost bored, like she wasn’t offering herself to one of the most powerful men in New York. Sebastian leaned back in his leather chair, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. He’d faced boardrooms filled with bloodthirsty investors, buried competitors with a single signature, and walked through grief with nothing but silence. But Aria… she was chaos in silk. She couldn’t be older than twenty-two. A whisper of a woman with eyes that sparkled with mischief and lips that could bring a man to his knees. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, wild and unrestrained—just like her spirit. And she had just agreed to become his wife.

Her tight hole felt like a compensation after many years of abstinence. If fucking her was a crime, he didn’t mind spending the rest of his life behind bars for something this perfect. He buried himself deep, a quiet groan escaping him as his climax swept over his whole being. Heavy and loud. He collapsed against her, pressing a kiss to her hair from behind. He knew he wouldn’t last when he took her that hard. Her honey pot was too sweet. Too good to make him last. His breaths were slowly returning to normal when she suddenly jumped out of the table.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.