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I flipped it open, skimming the first few pages. The story was ridiculous. BDSM within the first three chapters? And yet, I couldn’t stop reading. Page after page, I fell deeper into the exaggerated world of forbidden romance. My cheeks burned, but my hands refused to let go of the book. Before I knew it, I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, engrossed. The protagonist’s name was Kimberly, which only added to the surrealness. Her husband had arranged their marriage not from love but to secure his father’s inheritance. “What a shocker”

He raised his eyes from the computer and said seriously, "And did you expect that we will be like on our honeymoon? We have fun, take a walk and eat? It was true that it was supposed to happen, but now it's impossible." She said nervously and sadly, "Then why did you marry me!" He answered her more nervously: "Then why did you kiss me!?" "And did I have a choice in that? You forced my father in your foolish way to help him! Who knows what you would have asked him if I rejected you!" He stood and lowered his eyes towards her to look at her with a very angry look, approaching her more and more, and she retreated in fear of him until the window prevented her from coming back any more.

I’m sick of being his secret, someone he gets to have in the shadows while I’m still betrothed to someone else in the light. We started sneaking around a month after he moved in. We developed a friendship over our shared love for literature, and then we started seeing each other on my nineteenth birthday. I was completely unraveled by the prospect of being his permanently, so I pushed for the marriage. Now, all I feel is regret. A firm knock alerts me, and I shudder as he walks in, closing and locking the door behind him without a word. "Penelope, are you alright?" he asks, his sickening British accent hitting me hard, sparking rage at how enthralling he still sounds.

The stretch burned, but it was good, a kind of ache I couldn’t resist. “That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing my throat as he moved his finger. “Take me in, pretty girl.” Another whimper escaped me as he added a second finger, stretching me further. My hands clawed at the sheets, my hips moving helplessly against him. “Relax,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheek as his fingers worked me open. “I’ve got you. I just need to make sure you’re ready.” I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down, and he hissed at the sting but never slowed. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries, and when he finally pulled his hand away, I was panting, my body trembling.

My father, and everyone who knew the truth of our marriage, had sworn that her loving me was impossible. Which woman on earth would love a man whose father had kidnapped her? Who had been forced to marry him when ransom money could have been enough? And when my father finally let her stay by my side, it wasn’t out of kindness. It was out of demand—so she could bear me a son. I had fought for her love every single day, yet now that I had it, something inside me twisted. "Every time you tell me I belong to you, I hear what you won’t say—you belong to me just as much."

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Bride To Be, Twisted Marriage, and CAGED, these are dark mafia romances! A. Gupta

Mallory rubbed me even harder and giggled into our kiss, her hips still moving against my thigh. “Fuck, doll,” Lorenzo grunted, pushing himself off the desk and moving toward us. His hand was tightly wrapped around his cock, stroking it back and forth quickly. He cupped her chin. “Open your mouth and share my cum with her.” As Mallory opened her mouth and stared up at her husband, she continued to rub my clit and grind her pussy against my thigh. Lorenzo pressed the head of his swollen cock on her tongue and came into her mouth. My pussy pounded as the pressure rose higher inside me. Mallory took all of his cum in her mouth, licked her lips clean, then leaned over to kiss me. I parted my lip

Maria De La Cruz, together with Emiliano Romero, left for Paris, they had a convention, illegal, obscure, or usual in them, on narcotics that both continents managed to conquer, wanted to expand to China, but as that market was so difficult, they decided to join forces with the best gangsters in the world and try to get there. Beyond business, the trip was extremely romantic for these two fugitives in love, who never tired of making love, at any time and in any hour, they had tried to participate in orgies with the corresponding narcotics, and she had become the geisha of the meetings, Emiliano Romero felt a little jealous, but not enough to prevent it, since the money they both created was

His lips were on her, but she couldn’t be doing it. They shouldn’t be doing it. Before she could completely pull back, Marc slipped his tongue into her mouth. She grabbed onto him with all she had. Marc grabbed hold of her again, moving his hands down her backless gown and pulled her into him. Turning around he slammed her against the door and kissed her with a passion that nearly ignited his skin.