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I looked up to find myself staring at a the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life. “Watch where you’re walking.” He growled without even glancing at me. He fixed his black and golden frock coat. “Me? You’re the one who needs to watch where you’re going.” I snapped without even thinking. He sniffed the air, his body tensing before he turned around. His aura was dark and dangerous.. powerful. I wondered if he was an Alpha. And then our eyes met, my heart skipping several beats. He is the scent I smelled earlier.. and he.. is my mate.

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I stretch in bed and roll onto my side, reaching for the book I left on my nightstand last night. It’s a romance novel. One of those dramatic ones with glossy covers and unrealistic men. The story is about a woman in her forties who falls in love with a billionaire ten years younger than her. The plot is ridiculous, but I like it anyway. The woman has been divorced, cheated on, and overlooked, and now suddenly she’s being adored by someone who wants her for exactly who she is. I like that for her. She has suffered enough. I sit up against my pillows and read for a while, flipping pages slowly, letting time pass without watching it. Outside, I hear a car horn and someone laughing. My phone bu

And what a handsome devil he was. He looked regal in his black tux, his hair slicked down towards his nape. His gaze was intense, watching her every step as she got closer to him. His eyes burned with a look of possession and Anateya felt like he was branding her in front of all the witnesses that she was undeniably his. Was it wrong that she liked the feeling? To be wanted beyond good sense? “You may have won the battle, Bartolone– but I will die before you win the war,” Antino hissed under his breath as he placed her hand in Romero’s.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

Her power falters as I storm toward her, the ground cracking under my feet. ‎ ‎She throws up her hands, dark energy flashing but it shatters against me like glass. I slam into her, sending her sprawling into the ground. Her dark magic is useless against me. ‎ ‎“YOU TOUCHED HER,” I roar, voice so deep it rattles through the clouds. ‎

“You can’t just...” “I can.” I cut her off, my tone leaving no room for argument. “And I will.” Her jaw set, but before she could retort, her body betrayed her, a soft, involuntary roll of her hips, seeking friction. A flush crept up her neck. She hated that, hated how transparent she was when the heat was riding her. I didn’t mind. I liked seeing the cracks in her armor. Liked knowing I was the one who put them there. “This isn’t...” She swallowed, her voice thicker now. “This isn’t right.”

⚠️🔞 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

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

"And what about you? What do you need?" His eyes darkened. "You. Always you." I sank onto his cock, slow and deliberate, feeling him fill me completely. The water cushioned every movement, the heat amplifying every sensation. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my rhythm. "I want to seal this," I whispered, riding him. "Not just the bond. But the end of all the old pain. The rejection. The abuse. I want to burn it all away." "Then burn it," he growled. "I'll be your fire."