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I am finding a comfortable spot when I saw a brown girl kissing a guy’s neck found it chessy worthy. And then again, I saw a girl seducing dancing on a guy’s lap. Never thought in the first place that I will come to this bar, well didn’t know that this will go wild. I’m still strolling when I saw a tall girl casually talking to a guy, it caught my attention because they’re the only one who isn’t dancing, just like me. I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on.

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“This is crazy. But… yeah. I want it.” Damien grinned that wicked dominant smile I knew so well. “Good girl. On your knees.” I slid off the bed, kneeling between them. They both freed their cocks—Damien’s familiar, thick and veined; Cas’s longer, with a slight upward curve that made my mouth water. “Look at her,” Damien said, stroking himself. “Our greedy little slut.” I took Damien into my mouth first, sucking deep like I’d done so many times. He groaned, hand in my hair.

Lucas was mine now, and I was his, the forbidden bond stronger than any sacred tie. I traced patterns on his chest, already planning the next time I would push him over the edge. His hand stroked my hair, and I smiled against his skin. The wolf had surrendered, and the heat between us burned hotter than ever. We dozed briefly, but his cock stirred against my thigh, and soon we were at it again, this time with me riding him on the couch, my hips rolling as he gripped my waist and thrust up to meet every descent. His knot swelled inside me once more, locking us as I ground down, milking every drop from him while his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

I would love to smell that scent on him all day. He smelt like what I would like to eat all day long without a break. He smelt like my most favourite food—warmth and dick. “That’s exactly why you should,” he said in a low voice. “You can have one drink with me while you tell me all about those books you look like you probably read all day.” Laughter bubbled out of me. “Yeah, you're right.” He slid in next to me and we talked at length because his questions came easily and directly in a way that was not offensive or seemed like he was prying me open like a shell.

I always give my social medi@ page but if it feels good to you and makes you happy to write a negative review and ruin all the hard work and sleepless nights I am putting into this book, then go ahead! As a writer it's really disheartening and demotivating because conveying emotions, making you laugh and cry with the words is not an easy task. In the beginning and even in the middle, I gave multiple warnings about dark theme. And if you are finding that what Damien has done to Angel is too much than you haven't actually read any dark romance yet. I am not the kind of person who rants like this or gets angry but I can't tolerate it when it becomes too much.

He asked nervously and I smiled and nodded. I think he was just too nervous and he needed some time to cool off and I found that very cute, I wandered off, checking out for genres that would excite me. I actually knew what would, I just didn't think it'd be fitting to read that with your lecturer, but maybe I could buy some. I stopped in a shelve with three girls, they looked through the books with all calmness and I joined them. It was a world of dark romance books, an absolute hide away from reality.

Finally, his strength gave out, and he collapsed heavily on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. We lay there in the quiet room for a long time, both of us breathing in heavy, ragged gasps. The chest-to-chest contact was warm and heavy, our hearts hammering in unison like two war drums finally slowing down. Slowly, he shifted his weight off to the side, pulling me tight against his side while his hand rested comfortably on my hip. "Well," he rasped out, his voice laced with a dark, satisfied smirk as he looked down at me. "Are you still talking trash, little girl?"