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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

There was something about her that made him want to continue to anger her, if only to see the light in her eyes so bright. “I’ll apologise to you when hell freezes over.” To her surprise, a soft smile spread over his lips, making that dimple appear once more. “I’ll see you around then. Freak.” Throughout her next two classes, Mia struggled not to think about what had happened with Ryan. She had been bullied before, and had been able to ignore it every single time. But there was something about him. Something that got underneath her skin and refused to leave. She told herself over and over again to stop dwelling it, to concentrate on what the teacher was saying about calculus. But every time

Jace snickers before grabbing both sides of my head and continues to fuck my face. I am most definitely filled full to the brim, and being well used at this moment, and well, I couldn’t be happier. My body is buzzing with desire, no pun intended, as all three of my holes are impaled. I never imagined that I would find myself in this kind of position, I’ve fantasized while reading dark romance books, but never in my wildest dreams would I have thought it would happen in real life. It’s a good thing that I’ve read books with this kind of stuff in it, because this is not for the innocent, let me tell you. I’m on cloud nine at the moment as I stare up at Jace. We keep our eyes on each other whil

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

That sharp fucking rush that slithers under my skin every time she's near. Like an addict catching the scent of their next hit. And we both know what happens if that feeling gets even an inch of room to breathe. Trouble. That's why War's been locking me down harder lately. More pressure. More walls. More distance between the things I want and the things he's decided we're allowed to have. War doesn't look away as Alyssa moves toward the exit. Her dark hair sways against her back with every step, loose and soft beneath the club lights. Confidence rolls off her now in quiet waves—earned through blood, grief, survival, and finally putting a bullet in her pathetic excuse for a husband.

FICTION COME TRUE BOOK 1 Intro; Alessia Bellandi is a best seller dark romance author who has built her success writing about men who consume women whole. She writes about obsessive, dominant alpha males who are not just dangerous but attentive. Our reclusive writer lives a quiet life and she’s a socially awkward girl who lives in a quiet apartment that smells faintly of paper, ink, and the vanilla candles she forgets to blow out properly when writing. She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet!

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.