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Now, however, it was back to reality and I wasn't sure I could take it. "So are we clear about what's happening here?" she asked abruptly. I nodded. I felt like I was being scolded by some private school nun. "You know," she said, "I learned something a long time ago. It's a quote from a book I read while in college." She walked over to the bookshelf set deep in the ornamental wood behind her desk. "I still read it, one of my favorites." She shuffled for a moment before pulling out a leather bound book worn from handling, seemingly ancient. "It's not very popular, but an excellent read, especially when I come across someone like you." She flipped through some pages, sat back down and looked

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

This dark romance had reached its peak—a union of vengeance and love, where the true victor was the one who could bear the weight of their own sins. “I am yours, Leonard,” Dante whispered into the night wind. “And you are mine… in this beautiful hell.”

“I’ll get more pastries.” In the kitchen, I gripped the counter, breathing hard. My body was betraying me, aching for their touch even as my mind screamed caution. When I returned, Lucas had left something by my plate a small, leather-bound book of poetry. I opened it discreetly and found a note in elegant handwriting: *For the nights when words say what touches cannot. Lucas* My heart clenched. It was thoughtful, intimate. Not just lust. Something more. The rest of breakfast passed in a haze of forced small talk. Derek droned on about business deals, completely oblivious to the undercurrents. Damien kept up his teasing comments, each one laced with double meaning. Marcus watched me protecti

he asked again in a deep voice "yes darling, unleash him and let me crack every bone in his body until he moans in a sweet and painful tone" I replied the hot romance that was taking place at that moment was heavenly, I never wanted it to end, his smile was so seductive. We kept staring at each other with evil thoughts on how to weaken each other's souls with dark romance. He breathed in like a Zeus God that was about to cause great havoc, he exhaled slowly and turned to the instruments of destruction beside him.

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I felt a soft touch of lips on my forehead and with that I blacked out not before hearing his last words. “Sleep well my Rosebud” ~~~❤~~~ End of thirteenth chapter. Thank you guys. Guys this is a dark romance book, if you feel uncomfortable PLEASE DON'T READ. I have already warned you all so do read with an open mind as it's just a book. Don't take these things to heart, I am just telling you for your own sake as things would go harsh from next chapter. You may feel uncomfortable so please skip instead of cursing the author 😉 and refrain yourself from throwing hateful comments. 🤗

He stood in the doorway. The light from the hallway framed him like a dark angel. He looked down at me. "You think you can leave me?" He laughed. Then he pointed a finger at me, shaking it slightly. "You think some other Alpha wants Marcus Blackwood’s broken mate? You’re mine, Rhiannon. Only mine! You’ll always be mine! No one will take you. No one will want you. You’re damaged goods." The words hit me harder than the slap. Damaged goods. That’s all I was to him. A possession that got dented.

The kiss deepened, and my mind was spinning—flooded with a mixture of fear and a strange, twisted longing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. But every part of me wanted more. The darkness he offered was intoxicating, like drowning in a pool of gasoline and fire. I knew it would burn me, I knew it would destroy me, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling deeper into it. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me, his gaze dark and triumphant. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, this time his voice low and full of a kind of madness. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”

“He only kisses me when he’s drunk. Otherwise, I’m just a shadow to him.” The words punched me in the gut. It was like reading my own thoughts. Page after page was filled with confessions. Pain. Craving. Punishment. There was obsession written between every line, both hers and his. And it was Caelum. She called him C. It was always C. I read until my eyes burned. Until my legs went numb. Until I felt like I knew her—or maybe I was her. Reborn. Replaced. What the hell happened to her?