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The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

B could smell her before she slid into the study. “Seems you’ve discovered something,” she said. The closer she came, the hotter B felt. She was wrapped in a see-through black robe that pooled around her feet. B’s tongue dried at the sight of her barely hidden nipples and sloping cleavage. The same crescent moon necklace hung between her breasts. B prayed she’d take mercy on him and soothe his mouth with something other than a pour of whiskey. “How does it feel, B, to know everything and feel everything?”

My inhibitions and rationality were all thrown out of the window, leaving my mind empty. With my kind of lifestyle, I could have easily gave in to my past boyfriends who asked me for it. I’m not ready yet, that’s what I always say. But the truth is, I was searching for the man who could make me feel like this. I can’t give that to past boyfriends because I can’t feel this way. No one had ever made me tremble just by caressing my body. It's this enthralling feeling. This is what I am looking for. I moaned when his kisses reached my neck as he harshly pulled my dress down to my waist, revealing my black brassiere. He unhooked and threw it away, the hurry obvious.

The scent of him — smoke, steel, and something darker — tangled with the night. “I don’t want your pity,” she whispered. “Good,” he said. “You’re not getting it.” When he kissed her, it wasn’t gentle. It was the kind of kiss that stole air and reason alike — the inevitable breaking point after nights of restraint. Her magic flared, answering his touch, sparks running up her skin like lightning across storm clouds. The world seemed to fall away: the bleeding moon, the endless fight, the weight of destiny. For one fleeting heartbeat, there was only warmth, and the sound of her name breaking on his lips.

Then I hear someone whisper from behind, “She’s sitting next to him.” Another person gasps softly and my heartbeat picks up. What’s going on? I glance sideways again...and that’s when I notice it. The tattoos peeking from under his long sleeves and wrapping around his wrist like dark vines colorfully and dangerously. My breath catches. Wait. No. It can’t be but the more I look, the more certain I am. The hair.. the eyes and the tattoos. It’s him! It's Ryan fucking Blackwood!

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√Dark Romance √18+ [Harsh words, blackmailing, capturing] √No degrading, rape or violence by the Male lead, Romanticising abuse. [I don't write such stuff] Blurb: "Sorry, it was a dare", that's what I utter after the passionate kiss. I can still feel the familiar taste of that familiar mouth. He still feels the same, he still kisses me like there's no end, he's still passionate and possessive when he holds me in his arms. But he still doesn't look the same. A devilish smirk appears across his fierce face, his eyes darkening at me, making my breath catch. I'm still obsessed with the way he looks at me.

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices. Francis held court at the poker table, a redhead on one arm, Nora on the other. Nora's dress left little to the imagination. Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes darted around, restless. I hung back at the bar, nursing a glass of water. Bernard sidled up next to me. "Holding up okay?" he asked. "Still kicking." Bernard fell silent for a moment before asking, "Did Nora give you the stuff?" "Uh-huh." I gave a noncommittal grunt, not elaborating further.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”