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] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance 6| A Game With No Rules ~ Mafia Romance 7| HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram Castiel.Lj. xx 12.19.21

The days following their first shared experience at Damien’s penthouse passed in a feverish haze of lust, guilt, and forbidden excitement. Elena and Marcus’s marriage had transformed into something unrecognizable—a volatile mix of love, betrayal, humiliation, and raw sexual obsession. Elena found herself thinking about Damien constantly. The way he dominated her body. The deep, commanding tone of his voice. The way his thick cock stretched and filled her so completely. She caught herself touching the fading marks on her skin, remembering every moment.

I could feel their disapproval like a chill wind, but the mate mark on my chest glowed brighter, pulsing with shared power that defied both groups. James pulled me closer on the mossy ground, his hands roaming over my body with renewed hunger. He kissed my neck where his bite had marked me, his tongue soothing the tender skin while his fingers found my wet pussy again. I spread my legs for him, inviting the next wave of energy exchange. His cock, thick and ready, pressed against my entrance once more, sliding in with a slow, deliberate push that made me arch and moan. We moved together in a rhythm that built the magic, each thrust sending waves of heat through the bond.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

In this case, he could only hold himself back and give her time to accept him slowly. They laid down on the bed, and he asked, "Do you girls like to read domineering CEO related novels?" "They're alright. I prefer reading ancient romance novels," Wrenna said. "Some of those domineering CEO romance novel titles are related to spoiling the girl, but in fact, they turn out to be heart-tormenting. I don't like to read those types of stories." Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?"

she asked herself. “Ever heard of a forbidden love trope? Like in romance books or movies even?” Richard said, standing up and walking a bit, Solene gazed at his plump masculine buttocks and a side view of his relaxed cock. “How? How do we make that possible?” She asked getting out of bed and walking over to him. “I'm here for you Sol. But that part is up to you. I'll have your back no matter what though. Get creative baby,” he turned to face her then grabbed her by the waist.

And God help me, with my cum dripping out of me and my wedding ring glinting mockingly under the bathroom lights, I knew I would never truly belong to anyone else. He eased out of me slowly, the wet drag making us both shudder. A thick trickle of my release slid down my thigh, warm and utterly obscene. Damien caught it with two fingers, pushing it deliberately back inside me, and I whimpered at the possessive gesture, my oversensitive walls fluttering around the intrusion. “I’m not done with you,” he whispered against my swollen lips, voice rough as gravel. “He can wait another few minutes for his perfect little bride.” Then his mouth claimed mine again—slower, deeper, devouring me like he w

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

and worst of all, he was my stepbrother. My name is Elena Romero, and I have always been the good girl that could do no wrong. Just a girl and her books they say, but what they didn't know was that those books housed my dark fantasies, dragging me into a world so forbidden that it left me craving for what I shouldn't have. And I would have gotten away with it, my fantasies would have remained fantasies, but everything changed when mother forced me to pack up and leave Italy with her. She had fallen in love with Butch, a handsome man in his sixties, and he lived in Chicago with his son, Frederick.