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I looked down, my heart hammering violently against my ribs as he pulled away the red silk panties. A heavy, charged silence filled the room as he looked at them, then closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. My breath hitched, and I bit my bottom lip hard, my eyes locked on his face, watching the raw intensity of his expression. “Fuck, baby,” he growled, his voice incredibly dark and husky as his eyes snapped back to mine. “You smell incredible. Now, I wonder how you taste down there... you must taste just as good.” He didn't wait for an answer. His hands moved to my knees, slowly and deliberately parting my legs open. A sudden shiver ran straight through my body, a wave of heat pooling between my

“ Aaah.“ Steamed left his mouth as breathed he out. He kept letting out deep breaths over and over again for a long period of time. During this entire time, he hands didn't touch Estelle at all. He couldn't. If he did, he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself anymore. Time went by. It was slow and agonizing for Adrian as a certain part of throbbed in arousal. He hadn't f*cked a woman for a long time. But even so. He wasn't easily triggered like this. Adrian felt Estelle move again. He shifted uncomfortably. He was afraid of the next thing she would do. Then, it happened. Her hands, slow, dangerous and deliberate wrapped around his waist like a serpent. Adrian stilled before letting

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

I stared, letting my dark amusement flare. “No.” “Disappointing.” I couldn’t help the twitch of a smile. “You’re in my house now.” “Romantic,” he said faintly. I leaned closer, voice low, dangerous, intimate. “Don’t misunderstand, Nikolai. This isn’t mercy.” His faint smile widened slightly. “Good.”

I knew her father was drowning in debt and would do anything to save himself, even if it meant selling his own daughter. That made me want her even more. I liked the idea of taking something precious from him. I felt no guilt as the auction began. I was Arben Zefi, and this was my world. I was ready to take Amina, to own her completely. In my mind, this was just another step in my rise to power. I thrived on control and dominance, and she was going to be my next conquest. The darkness within me smiled at the thought, and I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

The kiss deepened, and my mind was spinning—flooded with a mixture of fear and a strange, twisted longing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. But every part of me wanted more. The darkness he offered was intoxicating, like drowning in a pool of gasoline and fire. I knew it would burn me, I knew it would destroy me, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling deeper into it. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me, his gaze dark and triumphant. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, this time his voice low and full of a kind of madness. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

He removed her black hair from her neck and she shivered when his lips touched her skin. "Why?" She breathed out when his hand traveled to her neck. "Because I like Darkness..." He turned her around and slammed against the wall. His hand caressed her neck and slowly stopped on her breasts. Veronica moaned and bit her lips when he squeezed it over her top. His eyes traveled on her erotic face. Red flushed cheeks, desperate lips and unstable breathing. Her boobs fit in his hand perfectly. His thumb set her lower lip free from tortures of her teeth and caressed it with his tongue. Her nails dug in his back when he massaged her breasts and dominated her mouth with his tongue. It drew muffled moa