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And the present and future have everything and nothing to do with what could’ve happened in the past and what will happen. Hello, lovelies... If you're a new reader, you can check out my other books on Dreamè Àpp, my books are all completed and búlly, dark romance on there!! Saved By The Devil. Indebted To A Tyrant King. And new one: Lord of Violence (MMMF). A. Gupta

Because Arabella Rose Hamilton had somehow followed him home inside his thoughts. Again. He poured himself a drink and moved toward the tall windows overlooking the darkening hills of Craneford. Rain threatened in the distance. The countryside was calm. But Edwin’s mind was anything but. He still remembered the sight of her standing outside the bookstore earlier that afternoon. Soft curls moving gently in the wind. Pink cheeks. Wide startled eyes. Beautiful. The word returned relentlessly now. Not the polished beauty London praised so endlessly. Arabella possessed something warmer. Real. She looked like candlelight on winter evenings.

Damien cupped her face with both hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks with surprising tenderness. “I thought that old crush had died years ago,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers. “But seeing you last night — naked, bound, trembling in my playroom… hearing you moan ‘Sir’ while your pussy clenched around my fingers and you came so fucking beautifully for me… it brought everything back. Stronger. Darker.” Before she could respond, Damien kissed her. It wasn’t the brutal, claiming kiss from last night. This was deep, slow, and devouring — his tongue sliding against hers possessively, tasting her, owning her. Elena melted into him with a soft whimper, her hands sliding up his bare chest.

She looked up at me through lowered lashes, her expression unreadable. “You said you aren’t here for sex.” “I meant every word.” “Good.” She took another step forward, close enough that I could feel her breath against my jaw. Her hand rested against my chest, right above my heart, and it thundered beneath her palm. “You know what your problem is, Damien?” I shook my head weakly after she asked. “You’ve always mistaken desire for love.” Her fingers curled around my shirt, pulling me closer and bridging every gap between us.

Elena lay there in the quiet, body warm, marked, and thoroughly claimed in a way that felt different from every time before. Dante’s fingers traced slow patterns over her skin. “You’re not payment anymore,” he said quietly. “You’re my wife.” Elena closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again and met his gaze in the dim light. “I know.” He pulled her closer, arm tightening around her like he had no intention of letting go. Outside, the city lights glittered on. Inside the penthouse, everything had changed—and somehow, it finally felt decided. **End of Story Two: His Dark Possession **

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

Beneath the noise were two people who cared very much for me. DISCLAIMER: This book is rated 18+ and labelled dark romance because it was written for an adult audience with explicit sex scenes and potentially disturbing scenarios. One of the main lead is kind of a pyschopath (the FMC’s word, not mine) and so, he displays behaviours that might be triggering to readers. If any of that upsets you, please refrain from reading. If you go ahead to read, I will not be held responsible for whatever emotions it evokes. In simpler words, this is a dark werewolf romance.

“A fan huh? What’s your favourite book?” “Oh! That would be fame and fury. I really enjoy the connection between Marie and Scott, he always knew what to do or say to make her—” He then reached for my chair and dragged it closer to himself effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. Eyes still locked on mine, he slipped his hand under my dress, slowly running along my thighs. I jerked at the sudden contact. “What—what do you think you’re doing, Mr. Alexander? This is wrong, and we are in public,” I cautioned between gritted teeth, as my eyes darted around.

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series