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With a deep sigh, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for him. It didn't take long for Dennis to open the door, as soon as he saw her, he drew her close to him and gave her a long romantic kiss. "You look beautiful" he whispered to her left ear and Cassandra found herself blushing so hard even if it isn't the first time hearing such a word from Dennis. "Thanks" she replied and walked into the house. Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses.

Moosa didn't let her complete as with the tilted head, he pasted his lips on hers, kissing her. Roshanay was left breathless as she slid against the wall, sitting on the floor by the end of the kiss. It was a demanding kiss, manifesting the fire brewing up within him, exhibiting his rage and hatred for liar or for anyone who even entertained the thought or tried to taint his honor. It didn't pour an ounce of love but it was full of dominance, possession, obsession and love- a dark love.

“Then what do you think it is?” I took a deep breath, trying to find the words. “Well, from what I’ve seen, it doesn’t feel like… romance. Adam looks at Aria like… well, like he’s responsible for her. Like he would do whatever it took to protect her. But there’s no… I don’t know… possessiveness, if that makes sense?” Dante clenched his fists, his expression unreadable, though I could see the hurt beneath the surface. “So he’s just her… what? Her knight in shining armour?”

I felt my face getting covered with goosebumps as he moved close to me, my heart itching to feel the taste of his lips on mine, my breath getting thicker at the moment and his warm breath hovering over my face, making my situation even worse. What is he doing to me. Why did I want to break every wall for him? “Have you ever loved someone, Dominic?” I breathed out and his eyes slips into darkness. “I have, and she never had any idea of it, she still doesn’t.” He said, as if he was speaking to me, like the words were meant for me. “Love is darkness Aurora, love is a storm, it’s a wildfire, and it gets worse if the person is in love with me, the way I love, it’s no fairytale, it’s pure darkness

**Disclaimer:** This story contains dark romance themes including explicit non-consensual sexual content, violence, forced marking/bonding, emotional abuse, revenge, and psychological trauma. It is intended for mature adult readers only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. --- **Chapter Six: Isolde** Ryder’s fist remained buried in my hair, yanking my head back so sharply that pain exploded across my scalp. Tears pricked my eyes as I was forced to meet his cold, storm-grey gaze—the same eyes I had once loved with every foolish piece of my heart.

I gawked. She held up a finger. “Listen. Mysterious man. Hot, rich, emotionally stunted. Seduces the curvy goddess of a woman, disappears without a word, but still feeds her like a pampered princess from afar. That’s not heartbreak, Adele. That’s foreplay.” Emily burst out laughing, nearly dropping her tablet. “God, Sarah, get help.” “I’m serious!” she cried, eyes wide. “That’s dark romance 101. This isn’t a breakup – it’s the prelude to the second act. He’s probably out hunting his enemies. Or buying a villa somewhere. Or murdering someone in her honor.”

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

"I promise that I will never hurt you, love. And that dark room, we will clean it up when she is gone and burn everything, is that alright?" "Yes. I don't want to know anything about that." He leans in and seals my lips with a slow, deep kiss. "I swear you won't. That is not for sane people like us. But at least you need to get the name right. It's BDSM." "I doubt I will say it right the next minute." "It doesn't matter. The only things you should always say correctly are the three words. I love you." Mmh. Someone is in a romantic mood. This dark grin in his eyes, the way his lips are plunging, and his expression turning cold at once? I know where this is headed.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

My other hand moved to cup her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently, contrasting the intensity of everything else. There was a storm raging between us—anger, confusion, frustration, and something deeper, something neither of us could fully understand. But it was there. I felt it, and I knew she did too. Everything we’d been holding back, everything we’d refused to acknowledge, was breaking free in that kiss.