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CHAPTER THREE: Anastasia's POV: THREE MONTHS LATER… I like pastel colors too, I like pink, hell, lilac makes my heart beat faster. So why do most of the ceremonial ball gowns Kai had his stylists make for me seem dull or too dark? Don't get me wrong. I love dark clothes too. It especially helps us blend in with the crowd when we are on a mission but right now, standing in this gigantic ballroom with twenty other young women my age, I look like the odd one out in the army green gown that I could have sworn looked black.

Damian had an evil smile on his face as he looked down at her. Anais would push him away. “Hands off me.” Her chest puffed up and down. She was furious. Damian laughed and walked away. Anais glared at his back for a second. She hated the fact that she didn't hit him. With a ‘humph’ she walked out almost bumping into some women. Their eyes widened when they saw her. Her hair was a bit messy because of the sudden pull, her lips were dark red because of the hot coffee but the women misinterpreted everything.

Yes I will Jude is not handsome in a classical way he has a broken nose he's pale he has obsidian hair but he has a body of a magic Mike dancer if you have seen one not big just lean enough to have the six pack my friend Carmen has a bit of a crush on him. But I like my man like I like my coffee dark." yes I will give you the money but on condition " I knew it there is never kindness with him " Okay " You will do anything for that guy " i swallow then nod " Good I want you to suck my cock for five minutes " my eyes almost fall out of their socket as the statements Shocks me to the core "I am not doing that " I will give you $5000 dollars " that shocks me again pulling me back from the door

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

Therefore I have chosen a 19 years old, male incubus demon, as I do not want her to fall in love. Love would make her weak, or she would suffer and turn evil and of course, we do not want that. His name is Dark. He is very strong, handsome, a little dominant, with black eyes, blonde hair, oh and his body is delicious. I might give him a try myself soon, as I don't give a crap about age gaps. You know me, I always have what I want to have. I will taste him a little bit, maybe I will even do it right before Anna. But I won't, not this time as I want Dark to have all his strength and energy saved for Anna.

Eyes lock across a crowded room, or someone is doing dishes and their partner sneaks up to give them a hug and nibble on their ear. Romance is more than just bedroom mechanics. It’s all the moments leading up to and the moments after. Many romance books have no sex scenes at all, everything is fade to black or behind closed doors. Just like that for them, their small, sweet moments where everything in their relationship which were making their relation more stronger and bringing them closer at moments of life. "I want to say something to you" She said to him, still standing in her position.

No, she definitely couldn’t and shook her head again. “As I told you before, honey, I like this lifestyle. I like Tiernan, but I don’t love him. I don’t think anyone could survive as his personal companion if they did fall for him.” She turned sympathetic eyes in Nina’s direction. “Tiernan doesn’t do love and commitment, Madison.” “That’s a lesson you need to take to heart,” said Ashandi with an apparent lack of concern. She obviously had no problem with the arrangement either. “How long have you been here?” asked Madison.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Moosa didn't let her complete as with the tilted head, he pasted his lips on hers, kissing her. Roshanay was left breathless as she slid against the wall, sitting on the floor by the end of the kiss. It was a demanding kiss, manifesting the fire brewing up within him, exhibiting his rage and hatred for liar or for anyone who even entertained the thought or tried to taint his honor. It didn't pour an ounce of love but it was full of dominance, possession, obsession and love- a dark love.

He whispered making her breathe out unevenly. All her senses were out of the window right now. All she wanted to lose in the addictive insanity of the moment. And she did what her heart screamed. She let her lose her sanity and closed her eyes letting him have her consent. He smiled at first but soon his eyes darken and in a second. His lips came crashing against hers. ________________________________________ I am sorry for the late updates but as I already told you guys that this story is not the main one. It's just a side story. Next will be up soon. Keep liking for more interesting updates. Till the next Adios.