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She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

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The room once again filled with fresh, broken screams as they started brutally using Silas and Kai, keeping the sounding rods buried deep in their cocks the entire time. I turned away from the sight and walked toward Damien. He was lounging on the large leather sofa, completely relaxed, a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes followed me with dark satisfaction as I stopped in front of him. “Did you have fun, my love?” A dark smile spread across my face. “Yes. I did.” He reached out, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me onto his lap. I leaned in and kissed him deeply, our tongues sliding together as the sounds of screaming and flesh slapping continued behind us.

His jaw clenched, and his hands flexed, then the last fragile thread of his control snapped. “God damn you, Nicole,” he snarled, and suddenly, he was kissing me back with ferocious intensity. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding deep and demanding, tasting of whiskey and pure masculine heat. He backed me up until my thighs hit the edge of the heavy oak desk in the centre of his grand library. With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds.

she whispered. His hands finally moved — sliding up her thighs, gripping her ass, pulling her down onto his lap. Vesper moaned softly as she felt his hardness press against her core through their clothes. She ground against him slowly, sensually, her hands on his shoulders as she rode his lap. The friction was delicious. Dante groaned, his fingers digging into her ass. “You’re dangerous,” he rasped, lips brushing her neck. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.” Vesper smiled, grinding harder. “Then take what you want, Dante.”

I could feel their disapproval like a chill wind, but the mate mark on my chest glowed brighter, pulsing with shared power that defied both groups. James pulled me closer on the mossy ground, his hands roaming over my body with renewed hunger. He kissed my neck where his bite had marked me, his tongue soothing the tender skin while his fingers found my wet pussy again. I spread my legs for him, inviting the next wave of energy exchange. His cock, thick and ready, pressed against my entrance once more, sliding in with a slow, deliberate push that made me arch and moan. We moved together in a rhythm that built the magic, each thrust sending waves of heat through the bond.

I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer, and tug on him. "Oh damn," he moans, burying his face further between my legs, his tongue doing evil, wicked, and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes, Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

’ The suggestion is brazen and presumptuous as if he has the right to make demands. ‘I'd make you scream louder than they ever could.’ I set down my wine glass and close my laptop. This is insane. I should not be turned on by this but I am. This sounds like all the dark romance books I normally read in spare time. The mysterious man getting to fuck the female lead roughly and hard. Is this my case? Am I going to be getting fucked by the mysterious man? I'm wet, aching, my body responding to the dark fantasy of being watched, being wanted with such intensity that a stranger would risk leaving me a note.

But then I was. “We have to go home, Sister,” Sasha said softly. I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to be alone. Yet, I felt so fucking alone no matter where I was or who I was with. Except for the damn ghosts haunting me. They were in my mind, thriving. Torturing me. And when I slept, my mind revolted. I couldn’t understand my dreams… memories… or paranoia. “You’ll stay with me.” I shook my head wordlessly. I couldn’t let anyone hear my dreams. I couldn’t let anyone know.