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The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

“You’re almost there. Then I’ll give you what you want. Can you already feel me inside? I can. I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee anything once I fight the tight clasp of your asshole around my cock. You make me fucking crazy.” I jolt in surprise at his admission. He’s always been either completely indifferent around me or using my body to get his own pleasure. The idea that someone like me could drive this man, this monster, to distraction leaves me full of pride. This must be how Stockholm syndrome starts. But it can’t be; I’m not unreasonably convinced he’s a good, perfect man. Nicolo is nothing more than a monster. I guess I’m just the type of girl who needs a monster to make h

Though he was dangerous, with those shadows in his eyes that hinted at secrets that could shatter this fragile family if he truly tried to. I checked the door lock twice to be sure that it was locked. Damien seemed like the guy who could sneak into my bed while I was asleep. Not like I wouldn't like that. That night, sleep came with dark yet twisted dreams of his gray stare boring into me, devouring me. Ones where his cock was thrusting deep into my cunt while I screamed his name without an iota of control. I woke up gasping, fingers slipping inside myself to chase the ghost of him. My head arched back, mouth open as my moving fingers brought me climax.

"Tell me you feel it. Tell me the 'Result' is exactly what you wanted. Tell me you want the monster more than the mother." The interaction was explicit, raw, and terrifyingly intense—a dark romance played out on the edge of a literal meltdown. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that forced her to acknowledge the depth of her own ruin. He was sadistic in his pacing, demanding her attention, her breath, and her soul while the monastery groaned around them.

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

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.

The authority he carried in the classroom was nothing compared to the raw, commanding presence he held over me in the dark of this room. A slow, breathless laugh bubbled up in my throat as I met his unyielding gaze, the truth of what had just happened settling into my mind. I finally fucked professor Dickson. And he fucked me so good that I know, without a shadow of a doubt, I'm going to keep coming back to fuck him again and again.

The emptiness only made me crave him more. I should have felt disgusted, but I didn’t. Instead, I found myself craving his dominance. BDSM or not, I just wanted to forget Lee completely.I wanted something new, something beyond the missionary position and riding him the same old way.

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