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Say yes, said the part of me that had been thawing since the east wing bedroom and the amber days and the ridge with the moving Lancashire sky overhead. File this, said the other part, the quiet part that had been filing things since Elena's expression and the unanswered calls. The first part was louder. Had been louder for weeks. Was twenty-three years old and had been cold for so long that warmth, when it arrived, had the specific overwhelming quality of a thing experienced after long deprivation, disproportionate and total and very difficult to think clearly within. I had said yes. He had slipped it onto my finger and kissed me in the firelight and I had felt the dark thrill of it move th

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

But no. Red-haired grabs brunette’s neck and kisses her passionately, slow at first, and then it turns heated. Their moans fill my ears as they begin to caress their boobs. Brunette breaks the kiss eventually and I grab red-haired onto my lap and that’s when I see her. The girl from earlier. And suddenly, my worries and anger are forgotten. My cock goes from half hard to rock hard when those green eyes meet mine. I’d recognize those eyes anywhere—after the night I saw how soulless they can be while he was skillfully ending a person’s life.

His eyes followed my movement and darkened as a muscle ticked under his stubbled jaw. Who was this man? He seemed familiar. Important. Now I wished my brothers had remained behind so I could ask them. The man was tall. Taller than most men, including my brothers. Dressed in all black and a gray coat that reached to his knees. He looked elegant. Dark. Dangerous. Familiar. The feeling of familiarity pulled on my consciousness. The voice in my head. Stay alive, Tatiana. For me. Stay alive, moya luna. It called to me - calling me his moon. His eyes were intense, even from this distance. There was something uncomfortable in his dark gaze - borderline aching. It was as if he demanded something fro

He rasped my name; I cried his. We were sweaty, sticking to each other like glue, and our harsh breaths melded as one when he pressed his mouth against mine. I came first, legs wrapped tight around Nikolai and back arching ridiculously. I was limp as Nikolai chased his own release, his thrusts becoming shorter and shorter before he finally came with a roar that rang in my ears. “Don’t… Ever… Disobey me… Julianna,” Author’s Note:- Hey guys, leave your comments below and don’t forget to like the book and follow me.

He stood in the doorway. The light from the hallway framed him like a dark angel. He looked down at me. "You think you can leave me?" He laughed. Then he pointed a finger at me, shaking it slightly. "You think some other Alpha wants Marcus Blackwood’s broken mate? You’re mine, Rhiannon. Only mine! You’ll always be mine! No one will take you. No one will want you. You’re damaged goods." The words hit me harder than the slap. Damaged goods. That’s all I was to him. A possession that got dented.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

I open it and start going towards the Harem. I have not entered a harem for a long time. The last time I had come here was maybe one year before the war. When I entered the harem, all the slaves were lined with their heads bowed. These all women just want my attention but they don’t know that they are not even a bit like Isabelle. Without glancing at any of them, I move towards Isabelle’s room. When I entered her room, I saw a little light which was only because of some candles near the bed. Why is there so much darkness here? Candles should be here to properly illuminate the room. I will ask about this from Lillian tomorrow.

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.