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"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

“See? You feel the pain when we’re apart. Only I keep you alive.” “Yes, brother,” I whimpered, nuzzling his chest. I humped his leg shamelessly, my clit grinding against his thigh until I orgasmed violently from just his presence and command: “Cum for your twin flame.” The anal claiming came next. Bent over the platform, staring at our fused reflections, Damien spat on my tight asshole and pushed inside. The burn was intense. “Watch how I claim every part of you,” he growled, choking me from behind. Inch by inch he buried himself balls-deep in my ass, then fucked me with savage strokes. Slaps rained on my ass cheeks. “My shadow. My soul.”

He kissed the sensitive skin there and I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure that pulsed through my core. “Please,” I pleaded, not knowing what I was even asking for. “Please what?” Mitch's voice was silk wrapped in steel. He drove deeper and harder. “Tell us what you want. You know we are here to fulfill your darkest desires.” With them, I suddenly forgot it was snowing outside. Because I was hot and everything inside me was on fire. “More,” I begged, turning sideways to see how Mitch was fucking me. “Harder. Don't stop.”

"And what about you? What do you need?" His eyes darkened. "You. Always you." I sank onto his cock, slow and deliberate, feeling him fill me completely. The water cushioned every movement, the heat amplifying every sensation. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my rhythm. "I want to seal this," I whispered, riding him. "Not just the bond. But the end of all the old pain. The rejection. The abuse. I want to burn it all away." "Then burn it," he growled. "I'll be your fire."

⚠️ MATURE CONTENT WARNING This is a high-spice dark romance intended strictly for readers aged 18 and older. This book contains explicit sexual content, heavy dirty talk, an intense age-gap dynamic, and dark BDSM themes involving absolute dominance and forced submission. If you are sensitive to themes of extreme control, dark fetishes, or ruthless possessiveness, please do not proceed. Read at your own discretion. Welcome to The Obsidian Room. Enter if you dare. ----------------------------------- Author's Note: Hi, everyone! I am a Brazilian author, so this story is being translated for you. If you find any minor translation mistakes, I apologize in advance! I hope you fall in love with Ale

' My mind reeled, pulse thundering in my ears like distant gunfire, but my lips didn't stop—sucking harder, almost punishing, the revelation twisting the addiction into something darker, sharper, laced with betrayal. "And you?" he continued, thumb tracing my stretched lips around his girth, eyes gleaming with the cold fire of a man who'd burned empires for less. "My perfect spoiled brat. My queen on a throne made with his bones. You'll wear my seed, bear my heirs—your belly swelling with my bastards as I breed you over and over, marking you as mine while I dismantle everything he loves. You'll beg for my cock in every hole, happy to take my cum anywhere I please."

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

" She screamed my name as loud as she could while she wrapped her hands around my arms. I leaned closer to her and she quickly grabbed my lips soft and breathless. My tongue slid between her parted lips, exploring her slowly. Fuck! Corvina is the best kisser I have ever come across. I said to myself. Her kiss was soft letting me even want more while I was still kissing her. I tested her lips with so much passion and claimed them as though they belonged to me. "Of course, they did belong to me for now."

"Take me right here, right now." His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Emma," he growled, his voice a warning. "You're playing with fire." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "Then burn me, Damien," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Burn me until I'm nothing but ashes in your arms."