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I was just making tea. He stepped closer, crouching to help, his arm brushing mine. The scent of his soap, clean, masculine hit me like a wave. Our fingers touched over a piece of porcelain, and electricity shot straight to my pussy, making it throb. I yanked back, but he held on, his grip firm. 'You okay?' he asked, concern mixing with something darker in his tone. I nodded, but my mind raced. Katrina was still asleep upstairs, the house silent except for our breathing. Why did he have to look like that? Like every forbidden fantasy I'd buried deep.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

His eyes darkened. “This isn’t only about Marlene. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Ethan!” he snapped. “I’ve told you repeatedly, Mr. Caspian Blackwood—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied evenly. They dragged another man into the room. His fingers were missing. I didn’t need an explanation. “Touching me isn’t the problem, Caspian. It’s what happens after you hurt a La Rosa. We both know there are boundaries even in the underworld,” I said, carefully playing my cards.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

She groaned and said, “Fine, I have a stranger fantasy. It’s dark. I wake up and notice him in the shadows. I’m freaked out and then he starts saying all these sexy things. How he’s whacked off imagining how it’d be to touch me. How he knows what I sound like when I climax because he’s watched me touching myself. He does all sorts of sexy, naughty things to me and then he just leaves and I never knew who he was.” Ben kissed her temple “See? That wasn’t so bad.” “I’d hate for you to think I’m the boring banker type with no imagination.” His chuckle vibrated against her neck. “The last damn thing you are is boring. So tell me more about these books. Specifically what you don’t like.”

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

_________ As if good fortune befell on Mike a lumberjack shouted in terror at the sight of a semi-dark figure of a teenage boy with his hand outstretched about a foot away from a hand out of the ground strangling a poor boy. "What the hell !!" The man exclaimed, his eyes wide open in fear as he moved back slowly, hot sweat dripping like rain from his cheeks. Distracted Dark Matter left Mike and focused his attention on the now running man. Taking a few steps forward many series of dusks shoot out from the ground with one dusk grabbing hold of the poor man's heart giving him little time to shriek. It pushed his heart out of him before fading it away. The poor man laid there lifeless, with his

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

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.”

He tried to stay quiet, but another moan slipped out before he could stop it. “Ahh… fuck… Damien—?” Damien didn’t answer with words. He just groaned against Elias’s hole and pushed his tongue deeper, licking inside him with wet, obscene sounds. One of his big hands was gripping Elias’s ass cheek, spreading him open while he feasted. Elias’s face burned. His hips twitched helplessly. *He’s insane. He has to be a psychopath. Who the fuck wakes someone up by doing this?* But fuck, it felt good. Too good. The wet heat of Damien’s tongue, the way he was licking him like he was starving, had Elias’s cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.