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Their breaths tangled, their bodies locked together, trembling and shuddering through the crash of it—the kind of intimacy that wasn’t just physical but soul-deep. When it finally softened, when their bodies went lax and their hearts slowly calmed, he collapsed onto his elbows above her, brushing damp hair from her face. She touched his cheek. He kissed her palm. And for once, the Alpha of Blackthorn looked undone—soft around the edges, vulnerable, entirely hers. “Eira,” he whispered, voice barely a breath. “You’re going to ruin me.” She smiled faintly, tired and warm and wrapped in him. “Maybe I already have.”

Here, in this bubble of endearments, she could almost forget that an entire realm wanted her gone. Almost. -- Emmeline surfaced from sleep slowly, awareness creeping in through layers of silk and warmth. The first thing she registered was heat. Not the oppressive, suffocating heat but a delicious, melting warmth that started at her neck and cascaded downward in waves that made her skin tingle. Lips. Soft, insistent lips trailing a path of liquid fire along her throat, pausing to suck gently at her pulse point. "Mr. Blackthorn," she breathed in a voice still rough with sleep, already thick with desire.

“Don’t play dumb, Cassandra. I saw you two at the library that day. I saw you at the party. I have photos. Videos. I’ve been the one sending the messages.” The words hit like a punch. Alexander’s grip on my hand tightened almost painfully. “You?” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You’ve been blackmailing us?” Sophia leaned back slightly, still calm. “I prefer to call it motivation. I like you, Alex. A lot. I’ve liked you since the beginning of the year. But you’ve been so obsessed with your ‘stepsister’ that you wouldn’t even look at me. So I decided to do something about it.”

A smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Ethan felt a shiver. He didn’t know who she was. But his instinct screamed: danger. He stood up slowly. Walked to the door. Pressed the intercom button. “Who is it?” Her voice came through, smooth and honeyed, like sweetened poison. “My name is Lívia Silverfang. Adrian Blackthorn’s fiancée. I need to speak with him. Now.” Ethan froze. His hand trembled on the button. Fiancée. The word hit him like a punch to the stomach. He opened the door without thinking — instinct to confront, not to hide.

"She's the scheming little blackmailer who destroyed Richard. I recognized her the second I saw her. She was all over him that night at the party—smiling, flirting, making him think he could trust her. Then she vanished the morning after. Two weeks later, my uncle lost everything. Absolutely everything." I gulp, unable to speak. His jaw flexes with barely restrained rage. "This bitch is someone's operative. They pay her to ruin people's lives. Trust me. I know exactly who she is.” Tyrn and Jay both turn to Rosella, stunned. Tyrn blinks in disbelief. "Wait... she's the blackmailer?" "Hell yes," Santino growls. "That's exactly who she is. A goddamned blackmailer!" Rosella remains pinned agains

“May I present to you, my beautiful mate, Noor Jahaan.” “It’s a pleasure, Alpha Mikalya.” The woman with long, curly black hair and skin of dark honey spoke for the first time. “I must say, all the females here are very excited to hear about a female Alpha. They are very eager to meet you! I would request you to please join us at the ladies tent this evening for dining. It’ll be a pleasure to have you there.”

This Chapter is R-18. Friendly reminder, this book is dark romance but it’ll get better and again, this a work of fiction. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Lianna Black~ Suddenly, my senses were fully awake from his notion. I gulped hard; I was still sore from the orgasms he gave me on Santa Barbara and on the jet. From my observation before, I knew Ace was dominant, that he craves control in everything he does. It isn’t a wonder that he also loves to dominate the bedroom.

“What gives you the right to snoop around and dig up info on my friends and family?” “What friends?” he laughed darkly. “I’m just trying to figure out how someone like you ends up with someone like him.” “And what exactly do you mean by ‘someone like me?'" He grinned wickedly. “A firecracker like you? With a fire extinguisher like him? Opposites don’t attract, April. What you need is passion. Someone that challenges you.” “And you’re the expert on romance?” “As a matter of fact,” he climbed into the front seat, much to my annoyance. “I am not an expert on love but I know it shouldn't feel forced and it most definitely should not feel like a trap."

Arabella Pov It's been three months since my Luna celebration. I had been working non-stop on pack business all day. I washed up and got into bed with a book. My mates weren't here as they were in their office, handling pack business as well. We're getting married in as little as two weeks, so I'm trying not to overwork myself. I recently started reading fifty shades of grey. Honestly, this book is nothing but pure sex, but it intrigues me, especially after what the triplets decided to do to me a month ago.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!