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Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

Now that shadow had found its way between my thighs. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the cracked ceiling where a single candle had burned down to a stub hours ago. The scar on my belly continued to glow softly, its warmth spreading like liquid gold through my veins. I remembered the night I stole from him. The adrenaline, the fear, the way Drake’s dragon scale had sealed the knife wound I received when security nearly caught me. That scar had become a living reminder of two men who had marked me in very different ways. Drake with fleeting passion and ultimate rejection. Jax with this new, terrifying hunger that refused to let me hide.

His eyes, two dark embers, say it all: I need you now. I don't move. Not right away. I see his pupils dilate, eager. She licks her lips, and this time, it's me who's losing my patience. With a sudden movement, I grabbed her by the waist, my fingers digging into the silk of her dress as if I could tear it just by touching it. She gasps as I pin her against the wall, the cold marble against her back, her breasts crushed against my chest. His mouth opens beneath mine before I even kiss him, his lips soft and warm, his tongue seeking mine with a desperation that makes me groan. She has this taste, this mixture of red wine and something darker, more personal, as if her desire had an aftertaste of

He pulled out so suddenly that a desperate, empty ache bloomed inside me, a hollow cry ripping from my throat before I could stop it. But Damien didn’t give me time to mourn the loss. His strong hands gripped under my thighs, spinning me effortlessly, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back, pulling him closer. The soaked lace of my panties was still twisted obscenely to the side, and the thick, throbbing head of his cock found my dripping entrance again, as if it knew exactly where it belonged.

“Rosalind, meet Sabella. Take her hand at your peril.” I glanced at Sabella’s outstretched hand, her pin-sharp nails extending like talons. Gently, I planted my hand in hers. “Pleasure to meet you,” I breathed. This stunning woman made me nervous, but in a good way. She raised my hand to her lips, grazing the skin with just a whisper. “Pleasure’s all mine, darling. You’re ravishing.” The glint in her eyes told me she meant it. “Okay, back off, she’s my date. If you want something to sink your teeth into, the cowboy’s all yours,” Dominic said, gesturing to Dante, who paled beside me. Oh Dante, I understand.

His nearness set my entire nervous system on fire, a glorious, terrifying inferno. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to mine. Firm. Demanding. He tasted me—bitter, sweet, a heady mix of coffee and morning desire—with an unsurprising dominance that thrilled me to my core. His tongue swept inside, exploring, claiming. I met him, my own tongue tangling with his, a silent promise. His hands moved up to the hem of my oversized T-shirt, his fingers brushing my skin. He pulled it up, slowly.

I didn’t think I’d meet up with him, but if he put in the effort to come see me, I’d make time for him. Then there was Dane. Goddess, just his name had me clenching my thighs together. He was a high risk, but I swiped right on Dane because he was everything I had ever wanted, fantasy-wise. And if I ever met up with him, that’s all it would ever be: a fantasy. When I picked a book off of my TBR shelf to read the dirtiest, smuttiest, violent-filled dark romance novel, I pictured a man like Dane. Yeah, he’s my favorite too.

“Just act normal, okay?” I place my hand on the poor man’s chest. “I…” The door opens without warning and hovering by the door is Damien. Tall and brooding, he’s in a pair of pajama slacks and a shirt. His eyes, the silent command of sin. Scent as intoxicating as I remember. Spicy. Hot. And hard like his cock wrecking my pussy whenever he sticks it in. Without thinking, I grip Nate and seal my lips with his. My eyes shut, I try not to see the awkward expression on Nate’s face, try not to gag.

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

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