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Do not get jealous, idiot. “I’m going to take him into the corner and give him a little somethin’- somethin’,” the lovestruck girl says. Roxanne. I hate that name. I’m going to end this now. I’m going to go out there and tell her all about herself and explain how my Mick wants nothing to do with her and how she doesn’t have a single chance in hell at getting him into any dark corners. He’s mine, mine, all mine and nobody else’s.

How disgusting. Waiting for Marissa to make dinner, I read a romance novel from my favorite author in my room. Spread across the bed on my stomach, I start to fantasize that the characters in my book are Dean and I and we are in the middle of passionate love making. Overheating and wetting myself, I get off the bed and strip.

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.

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your discretion* Deacon Myla and I sit here in her fucking bed, trying to catch our fucking breath before we start the fucking talk we've been trying to postpone for as long as fucking possible. Neither of us wants to do it, but we know it has to be done if we plan on seeing each other. All I can smell is sex and Myla's arousal as it wafts thickly through the atmosphere. I wrap my arms around her naked flesh, loving the way the softness of it feels under my hand; it's like it was made

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

Phantom had Alfie drop me off. I walk into the backyard and find Gaston and the rest of his pack in the middle of combat training. “Keep going,” he says to them. He walks over to where I am and motions for me to follow him inside the house. “I have something for you.” He disappears into the kitchen and reappears with a book in his hand. Werecreatures Among Us. “I need you to read and study this book. Start with chapters one through eight. We’ll go over it later.”

“That’s it, my dirty girl. Use my cock.” They fucked in every position missionary with her legs over his shoulders, her on top reverse cowgirl, against the wall with her legs wrapped around him. Each orgasm built on the last until they were both drenched in sweat and fluids. Marcus confessed more of his past between thrusts how Darius had killed their parents years ago and taken Lena as leverage. Pera shared her fears about her father’s betrayal possibly being deeper. As they lay tangled, exhausted and entwined, Marcus’s phone buzzed. A new video from Darius: Lena, chained and bruised, but alive. “Twenty-four hours, Vale. Bring the girl to the old docks. Or I fuck your sister myself while yo

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2026 by Ollie This is a dark romance that contains triggering content and thus, isn’t suitable for readers under 18. It contains explicit sexual content and morally grey characters bordering on obsessive and possessive traits willing to ruin their lives for each other. This is not fit for anyone struggling with mental health or stuck in an abusive relationship. It is not to be misconstrued or mislabeled. This is strictly for entertainment purposes.

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“A dumb idea. I could order takeout–” Not letting him finish, I twisted in his arms. My arms curled around his neck, and I brought his head down to mine so I could plunder his mouth with mine. “It's not silly, Dion.” Playfully, I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it softly until he groaned. It wasn't a dumb idea. It was sweet and romantic and perfect in so many ways. Dion was a rockstar with all the reputation that came with that title and yet that wasn't really who he was. This was.