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Her mouth parted, but no words came out. She had almost forgotten about this. When Lorenzo asked her to choose a design before, she thought it was for her. Instead, he had tattooed the most complicated one on himself. It looked like the mark of a dark, obsessive love, elaborate and almost decadent. Within the black rose was her name, written in elegant script. He had tattooed her name in such a private place. As her fingers brushed lightly over it, Lorenzo caught her wrist. “Baby, don’t touch.”

The tattoo had been left to heal, and remaining true to the promise I made him, I hadn’t looked at it; no matter how much I was itching to. Gulping, I closed my eyes as he gently peeled off the plaster. “This is my way of claiming you, Rose,” he said and kissed the exposed skin of my shoulder. He removed the bandage, and I slowly opened my eyes. On their own accord, my hands came up and covered my mouth as a gasp escaped my lips when I saw the beautiful drawing that had taken over the hideous scar. It was a motorcycle lost to time and consumed but a wildflower bush. The vines wrapped the metal in their embrace, and big red roses bloomed around it, claiming it. Right next to it lay a huge gra

She hisses as I stroke her, and Maria arches into my touch. With one swift move, I lift her as she wraps her legs around my hips. The floorboards creak under our weight, heightening the moment's intensity. I lean in to kiss her again, our bodies pressed so close I can feel every beat of her heart against my chest. We fall onto the bed, and our limbs entwine as we laugh. She raises up on her elbow as I lie on my back. Her fingers drift over the tattoo on my chest—a skull with roses twined around it, symbolizing a love that defies death.

I murmured while examining the included photographs. One image depicted Aurora during her teenage years, alongside a teenage boy, evidently deeply in love. Presumably, this was her mate. Another photograph captured the boy shirtless, his shorts riding low enough to reveal a discreet D&D tattoo just below his abdomen, where his V-shaped muscle disappeared beneath his shorts. The tattoo would have gone unnoticed if the photographer hadn't intentionally focused on it. A third photograph showed the two of them reclining together, the camera zeroing in on their matching initials tattooed on their skin.

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance

“Finally.” Damien stepped even closer now, eyes searching mine, desperate. “Scarlett… I don’t want to lose you.” “You already did.” His breath hitched. For a moment, the air between us crackled not with anger, but with something far more dangerous. A memory of what we used to be. A promise that never had a chance to bloom. But then he destroyed it. “You’re not built for this,” he whispered. “This power, this darkness, it'll kill you.”

With practiced hands, they began to work, the rhythmic hum of the tattoo gun filling the room as they brought my vision to life. “Aurora.” Was all I said to the artist who gave a curt nod and got to work. As the needle traced the outline of the design, I felt a surge of emotion welling up within me, a potent mix of longing and desire coursing through my veins. For Aurora, my mate, who had captured my heart in ways I had never imagined possible. With each stroke of the needle, her name took shape on my chest, a permanent testament to the depth of my feelings for her. And behind it, a fearsome monster emerged, a symbol of the fierce and unyielding love that burned within me.

Their powerful, tattooed bodies were on full display under the moonlight. Marco moved first. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her back against his chest, kissing the side of her neck possessively. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice deep and rough. “Standing out here like a queen. Our queen.” Dante stepped in front of her, tilting her chin up so he could kiss her slowly, deeply. “No more sneaking through prison corridors. No more bars between us. Just you… and us.” Luca came up on her other side, sliding his hand inside her robe to cup her breast. “We’ve waited six fucking months for this. For the chance to fuck you properly. In our home. In our bed. Wherever we want.”

Dante has another tattoo that consumes his whole back and that tattoo is of the night sky, a full moon, and the planets in their rotation around the full moon, the color work on the planets almost makes them seem life-like. Dante closed the distance in the shower between us in about half a stride, “Penny for your thoughts?” “You need to eat more.” I said as I poked his hip bones. Dante chuckled as he leaned into me and kissed his mark right above my breast. A small moan left my mouth, he kissed his mark again, this time he bit me softly, as his hand trailed up my thigh, to my stomach, to my breast. I felt my body react to his touch, my nipples hardened, my core wettened itself. Dante inhaled

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.