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Say yes, said the part of me that had been thawing since the east wing bedroom and the amber days and the ridge with the moving Lancashire sky overhead. File this, said the other part, the quiet part that had been filing things since Elena's expression and the unanswered calls. The first part was louder. Had been louder for weeks. Was twenty-three years old and had been cold for so long that warmth, when it arrived, had the specific overwhelming quality of a thing experienced after long deprivation, disproportionate and total and very difficult to think clearly within. I had said yes. He had slipped it onto my finger and kissed me in the firelight and I had felt the dark thrill of it move th

He glances again at the book cover; a sinful image of a man bent over a woman on all fours. The way he speaks and calls my name sends electricity crackling through me. I run my tongue unconsciously over my dry lips. He moves forward, stalking like a tiger who has found his prey. I gasp as he pulls me forward, cupping my ass with his fingers and rubbing his erection against me. Zane hard for me? Sammy needs to apologize to me. “Do you want me, Zara?” He purrs. “Because I want you. So fucking bad.” “More than the other ladies?” I feel stupid for asking.

Until finally, we are circling each other, breathless, faces streak with dirt and sweat. ‎ ‎“You’ve grown stronger,” she says, voice low. ‎ ‎“And you’ve grown darker.” ‎ ‎Her lips curl. “Power demands sacrifice. You wouldn’t understand.” ‎ ‎I lunged forward, fury burning through my veins. “I understand enough to know I don't want such dark powers. No power is worth sacrificing my loved ones.” I expect to see a flash of guilt or regret but instead she grins. The darkness has eaten deep into her soul, she cannot be redeemed.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This is a dark mafia romance with morally gray characters, explicit content, and unfiltered emotional intensity. If you’re uncomfortable with dominance, manipulation, violence, psychological tension, or non-traditional relationship dynamics, this book may not be for you. Married to the Monster explores themes of power, control, lust, betrayal, and obsession. The characters are flawed, dangerous, and unpredictable—and that’s exactly the point. This story contains: Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black. High heat, raw passion, graphic intimacy.

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”

" I could have refused but I was weak and I was ready to give this man my first time. Like in a daze, I reached for the button on his jeans. I flicked it open and unzipped, careful of the thick bulge now pressing against his briefs. He was already hard for me, a fact I liked very much. Reaching in, I wrapped my hand around his cock. He was hot, the skin stretched tight, and my mouth watered. I jerked him slowly, wanting to prolong this. Wanting to torture him. I may not have had a dick inside me but I had touched a few and sucked several and I knew how to prepare a man using my lips, mouth and hands. He sucked in a quick breath. "Fuck, keep going," he shoved his briefs and jeans lower on his

Thrilling. I hungrily answered all his kisses. He really has a fuckin' soft tempting red lips that any woman would die for, just to have a taste on it. The taste of him… it silenced my thoughts and made me want more. Our lips remained sealed. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Kissing each other hungrily with so much heat.We were devouring one another, drowning in each other like there's no tomorrow. Lumayo 'to sa 'kin at tinignan ako sa mga mata.

Something intrigues him and he decided to make her his. That day, she lost her every hope, he got his all reasons to live. She lost her light, he got his sunshine. And he came into her life like an angel, that what she thinks and pulled her out of her darkness to another world, to another world of danger and guns. What will happen when the king of darkness falls for the soul of light.?? What will happen, when she gave her heart to the man of the mafia world unaware of his true identity.??? How their love will survive in the world of darkness with some truths which are going to turn their lives ups and downs.

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-“

Before she could give me any stupid answer, I leaned down and kissed her hard, my mouth crushing against her luscious lips while she pushed at my chest at first to let her go. My tongue slid into her mouth to taste her anger which was mixed with a dark, dangerous need. And that was when her fingers twisted inti my shirt and drew me closer. She moaned into my mouth. When I pulled back we were both breathing fast like we had just finished with a marathon. “I'm going to fuck you so hard Elara that you would never even able to forget who exactly you belong to after I cum inside of you.” “Damien, I—” I cut her off by slamming my mouth onto hers and kissing her deeply. A moan slid out of her mouth