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, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

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He stood in the doorway. The light from the hallway framed him like a dark angel. He looked down at me. "You think you can leave me?" He laughed. Then he pointed a finger at me, shaking it slightly. "You think some other Alpha wants Marcus Blackwood’s broken mate? You’re mine, Rhiannon. Only mine! You’ll always be mine! No one will take you. No one will want you. You’re damaged goods." The words hit me harder than the slap. Damaged goods. That’s all I was to him. A possession that got dented.

“Love is not what Drake gave you. Possession is not love. Temporary fire that leaves you shattered is not love. I want someone who will choose you every day, not only when it feels convenient. Someone who stays when the beast inside demands otherwise. Victor can be that man. He will not fly away when you need him most.” The words hit harder than I expected. They shook something deep in my chest. Drake’s rejection echoed fresh in my mind, the way he had transformed and disappeared into the sky without looking back. My throat tightened. For a moment I almost told her everything. About the app. About ShadowKing. About the man whose empire I had bled and whose voice now commanded my body in the

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

Marcus turned his head toward me and his voice came out as a tired whisper: “Jordan… I never want to stop after this. Never ever.” A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I looked into his eyes and felt the dark truth settle deep inside me. There was no guilt anymore, only that pure, vicious need I had come to know and he had come to appreciate. “Me neither,” I whispered back. “This is who we are now.” I closed my eyes in the afterglow as my body trembled with exhaustion and satisfaction. The complete corruption washed over me like a warm wave. I belonged to Alex, we both did and the darker it got the more I craved it.

"You're mine. And I'm yours." I laughed, breathless, clinging to him. "Take me inside. Before I drag you to the ground in front of everyone." He grinned, feral and beautiful. "As you wish, Luna." The chambers were dark, lit only by the dying fire and the moonlight streaming through the window. He laid me on the furs, his body covering mine, his weight a comfort, a cage, a promise. "You have no idea," he said, his lips trailing down my throat, "how long I've waited to hear you say those words."

Pain wasn't supposed to feel this good but apparently, my pussy loved it too much, it was literally weeping. A dark chuckle accompanied by a deep grunt filled the room as my Uncle pummeled my insides with deep, hard grunts. His veins scraping my inner walls, causing shivers repeatedly. I was high on pleasure having my anal tract ruined, my mouth hung open as a smile spread across my lips. “Fuck me, Uncle. Open my insides up” “Yessss, just like that” I screamed, waves of uncontrollable desires spreading through me. I wanted more… needed more.

Sudden heat woke Miguel from sleep. He was still very dazed, but saw an unearthly beautiful woman approaching him, her brown curls flowing down the bare shoulders, an olive shade, as was the rest of her skin. The woman's eyes were black with a clearly visible desire in them, her lips were full, pink, arranged in a wonderful smile. The features were perfect, making her the most beautiful woman Miguel had ever seen in his life. Then his attention was drawn to her figure - so streamlined, full of wonderful feminine shapes, but at the same time slim, with perfect size. She was beautiful, like a woman from a dream... Miguel really thought he was dreaming because it couldn't be real, she had to be