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His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

“Respect during the day, maybe. He won't touch you I guess. But when the beast takes over? No lycan has the patience to stay calm for a human, Raven. Teaching the beast to be gentle is hard work. Most lycans don’t bother. Why would they? Their own females can take the roughness. They heal faster. They crave it. You? You’re human. You're soft and fragile. One bad rut and he could tear you apart without even meaning to. You would be bleeding, shaking, begging him to stop… and his beast might not listen.” She brushed a thumb across my cheek, almost lovingly. “If love blooms by the end of the contract and once he knots you, you’re stuck there, impaled on him while he fills you over and over. The

My chest tightened so sharply I had to inhale slowly through my nose. I hated that memory. I hated that it still mattered. By the time the car finally stopped outside Blackwood Mansion, exhaustion had settled into my bones. The mansion stood dark beneath the pale edge of dawn. Huge. Silent. Lifeless. Its windows were black. Its stone walls looked colder than the morning air. Even after all this time, the place never felt like home. It felt like something expensive built to impress strangers. I stepped out quietly. Davel got out for a second too, leaning against the car door while watching me.

The image of her looking up at me, her face smeared with cum and split with a sinful grin made the predator inside me stall. For the first time, I wondered if maybe I had met my goddamn match. She crawled up my body like a prowling feline, her nails digging into my ribs. Then she slowly sank down onto my cock, her greedy cunt already dripping. My back arched off the sheets and I hissed through my teeth. I grabbed her waist like a lifeline. Rosa, my Rosa… smiled and rolled her hips in a maddening circle, dragging me deeper into her velvet heat, and I nearly lost my mind.

69 VIKTOR As I held her, as I claimed her, I knew she had become mine in every way that mattered. And there was no going back for either of us. We had both become creatures of darkness, but we had found something in each other that neither of us had ever expected. Love. But love had no place in our world. We had crossed the point of no return. And now, we were both trapped in this abyss, together. Forever. Reigning over the global arms market with my queen. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 70 VIKTOR Her breath was ragged against my chest, her hands pressed into me with an urgency that mirrored my own.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

Petra whined. "Vegetables are good for your health and growth too, so eat them." Petra grumbled. . . . . . Gianna's story coming soon. Will be a Mafia Romance. Never read or written one before but I'll give it a try and my possible best. Sean Dmitriy Vladimir has only one thing in mind: to recuperate the family property in the grips of the people he hated the most, the Donovan. All his life he'd worked hard for it and now he had a stable stand as the don of one of the world's most famous Russian Mafia.

Grace challenges and Sebastian grunts marginally. "In my honest opinion, the City is noisy and cluttered. Brooklyn is sometimes a little noisy as well, what with all the trains, taxis, and traffic, but it's alive and filled with life." River explicates and Grace beams in appreciation. "Do you like the city, Mr. Black?" "It has it moments," he shrugs and Rivers settles into his seat, feeling the tenseness in his shoulders release subtly. "Mr. Black, we'll be arriving at our destination in less than twenty minutes." The pilot announces over the PA system and Sebastian sits up.

Damon: That bastard was touching my wife and you want me to do nothing. Lia sighed heavily making Ken continue the conversation. Ken: We understand Damon. But not by beating him you could have insulted him and this could have affected his reputation, not yours. Lia: Do you even know you just beat Liam Black. Damon raised his eyebrows before looking at them clueless. Ken: Liam Black is Jack Sniders Stepbrother. But the thing you need to understand is. If you're a Mafia king and he's considered as a Mafia Prince. His smart mindset and cunning personality no one can match it.