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I turned and my jaw nearly dropped. Because standing there was a Greek god in black, wrapped in sin and quiet authority.

he said with a spank to my ass before he started thrusting inside of me steadily. My eyes rolled into my skull from how deep those strokes were. Leo took my cock back into his mouth and began sucking in it in time with Darren's deep but lazy strokes. And Marcus and Jax traded wet sloppy kisses right above me while they were stroking each other's cocks in the room that was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, wet mouths and deep, low moans. “Harder,” I begged Darren. “Fuck me harder.” And he did, his hips slamming into my ass hole while sweat just dripped down his chest and onto mine.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.

I had a feeling I was going to see them again, unfortunately. We moved through more introductions, each one worse than the last. A man who ran underground fighting rings where people bet on how long it would take fighters to die. A woman who specialized in blackmail photos of politicians with underage victims. A couple who discussed their latest "acquisition" - twin girls from Romania who were "breaking in nicely." Each person looked at me like I was fresh meat. Like I was something to be bought, sold, used, and discarded. And their companions - wives, girlfriends, partners - looked at me with calculating coldness, like they were already deciding which of my organs would fetch the best price

Unhurried. Her stomach flipped. Serena’s steps quickened. Her fingers fumbled for her phone — when a sleek black car screeched to a stop at the curb. The back door flew open. “Get in,” Damien’s voice cut through the air like a blade. She hesitated only a second. Behind her, the man’s pace quickened. Serena dove inside. The car peeled away, tires hissing against wet asphalt. Damien sat beside her, his jaw a taut line, one hand gripping the armrest so hard his knuckles blanched.

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

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“It’s never over.” She turned toward the shattered archway where dawn spilled into the snow. “But it’s our turn to write what comes next.” Zevran fell into step beside her, their hands brushing once—no claim, no confession, just alignment. Behind them, the Court whispered. Ahead of them, the mountains waited. And beneath them, far below, the heart of the world dreamed of a Black Moon rising—and the woman who might finally teach it mercy.

“No one will believe them again. And Camille... she’ll finally shut up for good.” I trembled beneath him, my words coming out in broken gasps. “Adrian, that’s... too petty.” He smirked, his fingers driving me to the edge. “Sometimes petty is necessary, Mrs. Blackwood.” The way he said it—Mrs. Blackwood—made me fall apart. My climax hit me like a tidal wave, and I cried out his name. Adrian pulled me into his lap, placing my knees over his shoulders. “Ready for more?” he teased as he positioned himself at my entrance.

When I stepped out of the restaurant, the bastard was there, leaning casually against his car with his hands in his pocket. I want to ignore him, but my legs match towards him nonetheless and my hands itch to strangle his neck. ~ DAMIEN ~ There's love at first sight but have you ever heard of anything like, hatred at first sight? Well, I'm living proof. I've never been one to act on impulse before but it all started the moment I saw Anastasia Zhukov, I hated her. More like I hate her but at the same time, I don't hate her.