Enemies To Lovers Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

“You know you want to fight me… and maybe a little more than that.” I froze. My mouth opened to protest, but no words came. My heart was hammering, my face hot, and my body refused to move. I hated that he had this effect on me. I hated that I wanted to react to him instead of just pushing him away. Then, as quickly as he appeared, he was gone, leaving me trembling and breathless, staring after him. And in the quiet of the library, one thought lingered like a warning: This isn’t hate anymore. Not entirely. And whatever this is… it’s dangerous.

It made his own cock harden painfully against his trousers even as nausea twisted in his stomach. “No,” he whispered, voice cracking. He knew instantly what was happening. The bond. That fucking bond. His mate, his enemy was fucking someone else right now, and Elias felt every second of it. Jealousy burned through him, sharp and ugly, mixing with unwanted arousal. His fangs ached. His hands shook. He wanted to rip whoever Ronan was inside apart. He wanted to be the one under the alpha, taking those brutal thrusts. The contradiction made his head spin.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

I barely even came. My second boyfriend tried to “fix me” like I was a problem to solve. He lasted five days before I got tired of pretending I was normal. But even in those five days, I was already craving something deeper than what he could give. And I hate to say this, but hell no, he has the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Believe me, his dick was about the same size as my nipples when they’re aroused. My third boyfriend said I was draining him. I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real.

The way she looked at the people she loved like they were her entire world. Especially that idiot Stephen Brock. I hated the way she looked at him. Not because I wanted her then. At least that’s what I kept telling myself. But because deep down, I knew men like Stephen didn’t deserve women like Isabella. And I was actually right. I leaned back against the kitchen counter and sighed heavily. Last night changed everything. The moment I kissed her, I knew there was no going back for me anymore. The taste of her lips still haunted me. Soft.

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

Angel Caierre folded his glowing arms over his tiny chest. “Cute?” Spiky-Horn Caierre barked out a laugh that sounded like metal scraping stone. “Nothing about this is cute. This is a disaster, a cosmic tragedy. A romance doomed from the start and he is way too dumb to realize it.” “I am not dumb!” Caierre snapped. “Sweetheart, you literally asked if ‘I can’t deny you’ was a confession. That’s like the most romantic line ever. Even babies understand that.” Angel Caierre pointed a tiny glowing finger at him.

My hand slid around to circle her clit again. “Come for me,” I growled against her ear. She shattered—walls pulsing, crying out, body shaking against mine. I followed—deep, hard, groaning her name as I spilled inside her. We stayed like that—panting, joined, wind whipping around us. Then I pulled out. Disposed of the condom. Turned her in my arms. Kissed her softly. “I’m not your enemy, Mira.” She pressed her forehead to mine. “I know.”

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