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Ryan felt the difference, biting down on his lips as he swallowed because his throat was sore from screaming so loud. “Fucking hell, Ryan. You feel so good taking my brick in you” “Ughhh, yesssss” he hissed, neck hanging limply to the side while his back was arched so deep. Damien barred his teeth, sweat rolling down his ebony body, veins popping on his forehead, neck, arms, everywhere. “Take it! Rrrrrrrrr” his head fell backwards. “Take my fucking black cock in your pink ass” he roared, hips slamming harder and faster while his eyes rolled back.

Black blood. “You feel that?” I hissed, my hips grinding down. “That’s reality. That’s me. Your fucking mate. Say my name.” He roared, a sound caught between wolf and void. His hands found my hips, gripping me hard enough to bruise. He tried to flip me, to dominate, to lose himself in the beast. I grabbed his throat, squeezing. “Say. My. Name.” “Lucy…” It was torn out of him, a scrap of his soul.

Cato Marino wasn’t just the most successful banker in the world—but he was the most successful lover. I’d enjoyed screwing a criminal mastermind who murdered someone in his driveway, and the sex was so good I forgot just how much danger I was in. My task was to manipulate him and somehow isolate him from the herd of his security detail, but that operation seemed impossible. Last night, the sex was amazing for me, but it was probably average for him. It didn’t matter how wet or eager I was, his threesomes and wild nights would always triumph over anything I could offer. Maybe this was a bad idea.

She was wrong. E was for Erik. A.R. was for the woman he loved. Erik leaned closer to his camera, his voice weaving a narrative of blood and shadow. "After my exile, I built the Black Rose League from the wreckage of the European underworld. I wanted to come for you both, but Alexander kept Nora drugged and isolated in Brooklyn, using you as a pawn to keep her silent. I had to wait. I had to wait for you to grow strong enough, Ava. I had to wait for you to find the strength to burn his world down yourself."

James rubbed his glistening tip against my heat before slowly sliding straight into my swollen folds. "God..." he rasped, lifting my hips higher with both of my legs hooked over his shoulders. He set a steady pace, thrusting deep into my core while his hands squeezed my ass. Then his rhythm turned harsh—he pounded into me with heavy force, making me cry out from the intensity. Daniel held my head pinned firmly, continuing to shove his shaft past my lips. James clamped his hands around my waist, driving into me without a pause, each heavy impact echoing loudly through the room as my slick heat met his hips.

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.”

Pardon me Mademoiselle, where are my manners? ''Maybe up your dick!'' Damian barked a little too loud. He caught everyone's attention even mine, surprisingly. I shot him a death glare. He rolled his eyes raising his hands in defeat. Damian stalked off and flung his full weight on a nearby expensive looking couch. I mean everything here is expensive looking. ''I'm Christian, Christian Green. A vampire'' He shrugged it off like something that happens everyday. My eyes widened in surprise. A vampire? I was delighted. I always wanted to meet one. They fascinated me with their super speed and their uncomfortable desire for blood. Yeah, I know right, it sounds weird me liking the blood part. I've

CHAPTER 15: MALEK'S DEATH DASHIELL BLACKWOOD'S POV The smell of fresh cigarettes filled my nose once again as I tossed the phone to the nearby leather couch after getting off the call with Zahra. That insolent little bitch, Zahra Eres. How could she break off a plan that we shared a mutual understanding over a trivial matter? How could she be so immature? I got up and paced around my dimly lit study, which was draped with thick brown curtains, and designed with posh, black-leathered chairs.

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I shuddered, not liking the attention. Carlisle continued, gesturing toward a man with thick muscles and a face that looked like it had taken one too many hits. “Dante Moretti. He’s old-school mafia, no frills, just violence. His girlfriend, Rosa, is a bit out of place here, but she’s harmless.” I looked at Rosa, whose bright smile and bubbly demeanor seemed completely at odds with the grim faces around her. She seemed out of place, just like me.