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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.

Therefore, it didn’t come as a surprise that the happening of the days before kept Jimmy awake. A xiene in Bookehurt. A fucking Xiene. And the worst thing is that the person who was this xiene was no other than the asshole Jimmy had met at the bar. The fucking bastard that made Yvonne moan like someone who hadn’t had sex before. Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut. The thought, it stung like wasp. He almost choked. He could swear that that was the bastard. He was a xiene. Jimmy had seen those crimson red orbs. He'd seen the unique set of teeth. The pangs. He had seen it all. The fuck he had seen it.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

my wolf growled inside me again, louder, demanding. Damien froze mid-thrust then slammed in deeper, like he’d heard it too. His eyes flashed gold, glowing in the dark room. “Fuck, mate?” he rasped, voice breaking with shock and hunger. “Is that what you are? My fucking mate?” He flipped me over in one brutal move, my back hitting the boxes, legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust back in, deeper, harder, his knot already swelling at the base. His mouth crashed down on mine, teeth clashing, tongue invading like he was claiming every inch of me. I kissed back desperately, nails raking down his back, drawing blood that only made him fuck me wilder.

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.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

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.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

Pinning her to the table, he trailed rough kisses on her skin with his lips. “You asked for this, Mi amor. I will ruin you till you don't feel your legs..” He whispered in her ears. A smirk formed on her lips as she challenged him. “Ruin me, daddy. That's exactly what I want..” He smirked and slapped her ass, causing her to shiver. “Don't say I didn't warn you.” ********************* As the church members filed out of the dimly lit Catholic church, the warm sunlight spilled across the steps, illuminating the vibrant flowers and lush greenery surrounding the building.