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Something flickered in his gaze that I couldn't understand, but then, his lips lifted into what I could only call a deep devastating smirk. “In that case,” his voice rumbled as he stood up. “we have a deal… Eva.” With that, he took my hand— …Oh. Oh shit. His hand was warm and enormous, completely engulfing mine. A spark ran through me, sending a low thrum of heat. I was no stranger to hot men. Hell, I'd stripped him naked—save for his underwear— hours ago. There was absolutely no reason to be fascinated by the size of his fingers or where they could potentially be.

Adrian kept scrolling, heart beating harder with every familiar detail. He found the chapter that mirrored their honeymoon. Lila danced for Damon on a private beach under string lights and stars. The writing was raw and specific. It described the exact way Damon watched her hips, the way he took her on the blanket afterward, the words he growled against her skin when he finished inside her. Adrian’s mouth went dry. Further chapters were even more explicit. Office desks after hours. Mirrors. A kitchen counter at two in the morning. Quiet, reverent worship of a pregnant body. She had written everything. Every filthy, tender, desperate thing they had done to each other, and some things they had

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

“Do you want me to tell you about my mermaid?” “First, explain why you read books when your friend is visiting.” “Because we both like reading? What kind of question is that? You read constantly. You should understand.” “I read when I’m alone.” “That’s only half the fun. She reads really filthy books about bikers and mafia bosses, and I read historical romances full of ball gowns and elaborate courtship rituals. Then we read each other the best passages.” She was getting animated now, hands moving as she talked. “So Daphne ’s contributions are like ‘Jax and Teague ripped my clothes off and we had this insane threesome and I came five times,’ and mine are full-page descriptions of flowers blo

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

Damien greeted her warmly, a smile lighting his face as he extended his hand. She took it without hesitation, and he guided her to the nearest carriage, helping her inside with the kind of attention he had denied me. The gesture stung far more than I wanted it to. “I’ll ride with you, Charlotte,” Noah said suddenly. I glanced at him in surprise, catching the shift in Damien’s expression. His eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and the glare he shot Noah was almost… dangerous. Why? “Sure,” I replied softly. Noah offered his hand, and I took it, letting him help me into the carriage.

Ryan says, crooking his finger towards her. She moves towards the end of the bed and stands between his feet. His finger loops around the tight strip of her dress, loosening its grip on her shoulder. The silky red fabric falls to the floor in a whisper of silk, leaving her wearing nothing but her nakedness and the moonlight filtering through the windows. Corvina moves in closer to his bare chest. She can feel his cock growing bigger against her hips as she places soft kisses from one of his nipples to another. His skin tastes clean and masculine, with a hint of his expensive cologne.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

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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.