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Ronan barks then he slaps my tits and murmurs, “Dirty girl. You’re pleased you’ve got men twice your age jerking off, aren’t you?” That does it. I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me and it’s so good, I squirt all over the place, splashing the floor, the man sitting closest to us and ruining the table further. When I finally come down from my high, I see that the entire room is silent with shock and I freeze as well. I’m almost too scared to look down. I don’t need anyone to tell me I’ve ruined Ronan’s expensive pants. Damn it. I’m in deep fucking shit.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I could do that again—give control to the sexy, seductive man who was also protective and sweet—but what he'd done and said yesterday was wrong. Calling me a whore—expensive or cheap—was neither protective nor sweet. Mr. Demetri had no idea what had taken me to Infidelity. He didn't know my dreams or goals. My signing at Infidelity wasn't about money—not really. It was about the same thing as my dressing like a cheap prostitute. It was my refusal to play by unfair rules.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

Cheating on my mother and asking me to cover for him like it was just another favor. “You’re a disgrace to this profession,” I said flatly. His head snapped toward me. “What the hell did you just say to me?” “You heard me. A man is in there fighting for his life and you’re too busy planning your disgusting affair to give a shit.” He stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. “I should fire you right here and now.” I didn’t flinch. “Except you can’t. Because you need me.” I paused, then looked him square in the eye. “You’re very pathetic.”

“No, no. Not for a thriller. I’ve been working on a different project, actually. A novel called The Girl Downstairs.” Her eyes were magnificent, as was her smile. “Oh my God! About Rosie? You’ve got the dirty bits in it?! Whoa, fuck. You have!” “Some of them, yes,” I said with a smirk. “But there is a lot more to it than those. Call it a forbidden romance, if you will. But there is a great amount of romance in it, alongside the filth.” “Holy shit. You’re serious? You’re going to publish a book about Rosie?!”

The one I was least expecting to see. "Nicole Damian." My college crush. The man I'd been obsessed with for over the years, the one I'd written that ridiculously bold, drunken love letter to, confessing every dirty fantasy I'd ever had about him. I guess I'd always had this bad bitch energy simmering just beneath me.

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.

“Because I was afraid.” “Afraid of what?” “That the darkness still clinging to it would tarnish you. That asking you to wade into the financial legacies, the complex holdings, the murky histories… it would be asking you to get your hands dirty with the very filth you escaped.” He shook his head. “I wanted to build something clean for you. Not with you. It was patronizing. And it left a vacuum—a vacuum someone like Dominic thinks he can fill.”