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He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

She opened her laptop with shaky fingers. “The Erotic Haunting: Spectral Desire in Wuthering Heights…” She made it three paragraphs before his mouth descended. Damien knelt between her thighs, pushed her legs wider, and dragged his tongue slowly up her center. Kenzie’s voice cracked mid-sentence. “The way Heathcliff’s… fuck… obsession blurs the line between love and… possession…” He sucked her clit hard, then gentled, alternating until her hips rolled against his face. Every time she faltered, he stopped.

When he finally stood to leave, he took my hand gently and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles. “I look forward to knowing you again, Raven. Truly.” After he disappeared through the gate, Lena and I walked slowly back toward the herb beds. Aunt Dolores had gone inside to give us privacy. The sun felt warmer now, but something in my chest had tightened again. Lena linked her arm with mine. “So? What do you think? He seems perfect on paper.” “He does,” I admitted. “He makes me feel like I could actually breathe for once. Like maybe I do not have to keep looking over my shoulder. What do you think?”

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

He didn’t even do that after we had slept together, yet right now he is. I don’t feel good. Slowly stepping down, I can’t balance, the room spinning and everything going black. Waking up, Jackson and Marcus are leaning over me. Oh great, just what I need! Me passing out and now they are more concerned. Why am I always such a damsel in distress?

He requested, and at that moment, unable to see him upset, I just kissed him. Our kiss began gently, filled with love, but soon it intensified, becoming wild and passionate, as always. I straddled him, sitting on his lap, while he bit my lips and drank my blood, his eyes glowing. I adored the golden hue of his eyes. His hands explored beneath my dress, causing me to moan as he squeezed my bare buttocks. As he nibbled on the sweetest spot on my neck, my core throbbed, and my entire body burned with profound desires.

Kristen would show up for lunch, and their afternoons would turn into tangled sheets, breathless gasps, and whispered promises. But as thrilling as it was, it wasn’t enough. Rachel wanted more. She wanted her. Not a few stolen hours, not guilty orgasms behind closed blinds. And every time she crawled into bed beside Diego, every time he reached for her, a sickness grew in her stomach. She started turning him down. Headaches. Cramps. Fatigue. She lied with her lips but her body told the truth. Sometimes, she let him touch her. Sometimes, she let his tongue trail where it used to. But even then, she closed her eyes and imagined Kristen between her legs instead. Imagined her voice, the way she

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

Like that’s normal for us. Then, out of nowhere, the drive. This cramped cabin. Him acting all sweet, holding my hands through the cold, asking questions like he gives a damn. Pressing the softest kiss on my head just before we drift off. Like some Prince Charming, out of a badly written romance. And now we’re here. Like this. "You up?" His voice rumbles through his chest into me, low and rough like sandpaper. I keep my eyes shut. I'm not ready for this.

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