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The color of the flowers was spectacular. Excited, he walked forward to smell the flowers. “Indeed, this species of rose enjoys a well-deserved reputation. They look amazing at full bloom.” Suzy beamed as she studied his handsome face. All of a sudden, she felt a wave of sadness inside her. She heard from the gardener that Sean was engaged. He planted the rainbow roses as a gift for his fiancée. She was envious of that woman. Sean was not only handsome and smart, but he was also a kind and loyal man. How lucky was the woman to be married to him!

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

Every time Alexander’s knee brushed mine under the table, I felt guilty and turned on at the same time. After lunch, Alexander pulled me into an empty stairwell between buildings. “I saw how he looked at you,” he said, backing me against the wall. His hand slid under my skirt. “You’re mine.” We didn’t have long. He fingered me quickly until I came on his hand, biting his shoulder to stay quiet. Then he kissed me hard and we went our separate ways to afternoon classes. ***** The library that night felt even riskier. We went back to the basement stacks, pretending to study in a far corner. But within twenty minutes his hand was between my legs under the table again.

Grip so tight and hot that I didn't dare move. “Oh fuck, Darshen,” he groaned as he slapped my butt as hard that the pain struck into my bloodstream and boiled over. I bit my lips, moaning as the pain ran to cock, awakening strange feelings in me. He slapped my butt again and increased his speed, his hips rocking against me as my butt bounced on him. I didn't stop him, I loved it. I loved the way the heat ignited in my body and spread violently. The aphrodisiac lost its thickness as the wood had been burnt out. The smoke ceased with only the lingering choking scent that made swallowing feel like a decision rather than nature.

“That portrait of the woman… it’s so raw, like you can see her soul getting fucked.” One older man stared openly at the massive canvas of me, adjusting his glasses. A group of younger women whispered, “She’s dripping in it. Damien captured pure sex.” I wanted to sink into the floor but my body still hummed from the quick sex, thighs sticky under my dress. Damien stayed close, arm around my waist like he owned me in public. “See? They’re all feeling it,” he murmured in my ear. “Your vulnerability, your pleasure. It’s not humiliation. It’s power.”

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

Round after round blurred, missionary with Rico in her pussy while Jax fucked her tits; doggy with anal from Jax and pussy fingering from Rico; even a standing fuck against the wall, her legs wrapped around Rico as Jax took her ass from behind, the two men supporting her weight as they double-penetrated her mid-air. By the time they collapsed in a heap hours later, Elena was a wreck, her body marked with bruises, bites, and cum, every hole sore and satisfied. The room reeked of sex, the couch stained beyond repair. Jax kissed her deeply, tender now, while Rico traced gentle patterns on her back. "You were perfect," Jax whispered, pride in his voice. Rico nodded, smirking. "Ready for next tim

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

CONTENT WARNING The Assassin’s Portrait is a Dark Romance featuring heavy themes that are not for the faint of heart. This story is strictly for mature audiences (18+). THEMES: • PSEUDO-TABOO: A forbidden, obsessive step-sibling dynamic. • HARD EROTICA: Graphic sexual content, power play, and BDSM. • GRAPHIC VIOLENCE: Blood, gunplay, and dark criminal themes (Bratva). • MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS: Obsessive, possessive, and dangerous behavior.

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.