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But with a book, there was never any end. London announced her presence with her light footsteps. She sat on the other couch, in a pair of black leggings and a pink sweater. Dunbar brought her clothes on his return trips to the island, and he outfitted her with clothing that clung to her curves perfectly. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I kept picturing my hand fisting it as I shoved my cock into her mouth. Now that days had passed, I was eager to fuck her again. Without even trying, she had a naturally beautiful face. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds in a treasure chest. Her fair skin reddened easily under my palm. I wondered if her ass would have the same reaction. I kep

’ The suggestion is brazen and presumptuous as if he has the right to make demands. ‘I'd make you scream louder than they ever could.’ I set down my wine glass and close my laptop. This is insane. I should not be turned on by this but I am. This sounds like all the dark romance books I normally read in spare time. The mysterious man getting to fuck the female lead roughly and hard. Is this my case? Am I going to be getting fucked by the mysterious man? I'm wet, aching, my body responding to the dark fantasy of being watched, being wanted with such intensity that a stranger would risk leaving me a note.

he grunted, reaching around to rub my clit. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, my second orgasm building. “Cum inside me, fill my pussy with your hot load.” He roared, his cock pulsing as he exploded, flooding me with his cum. I shattered around him, milking every drop as ecstasy consumed us. We collapsed, panting, his arms enveloping me protectively. “I love you, Kamilla. Marry me. Let's make this real.” Tears of joy pricked my eyes. The plot twist of the false positive had cleared the path, and now, with Katrina's blessing, our future shone bright.

The same shade with the man who had fucked my virginity away in a haze of lust and recklessness. My heart fell to my feet. That hit stranger was there, standing in the dining, luggage in hand, looking like sin wrapped in casual clothes. Our gazes locked—silent, electric. His eyes bored into mine, stripping me bare, promising more darkness. The air thickened. My breath stuck in my throat when panic exploded in my chest, heart slamming hard. My knees grew weak. Him? He was Damien? The one who had groaned when he felt my barrier give?

[South of Shkrade, Silvervale territory.] In a dark hall, 19 figures sat around a wooden table adorned with gold. A lavishly decorated chalice that contained blue fire barely illuminated it. The flickering flames made the shadows dance. At the head of the table sat a man. He had dark brown hair and hypnotic green eyes. A small smile graced his lips. This man was Darius Hale, formerly Estelle's lover. He was a handsome man with sharp jawline and stylish hair. He gave one an impression that he was a saint who wouldn't hurt a fly.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

(Lucas’ Pov– A Few Days Ago) The dim glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the walls, illuminating the room in a soft, eerie light. Outside, the waves crashed against the rocky cliffs of the island, their relentless rhythm matching the simmering rage that had lived inside me for years. I leaned back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass as Rico sat across from me, his fingers tapping against the polished wooden table. His dark eyes studied me with a mix of curiosity and unease.

“The Void is not so easily fucked out.” “Watch me,” I snarled. I leaned down, biting his shoulder, my teeth sinking into the blackened fur. The blood ran over my tongue, bitter and cold. I swallowed it. I would take his darkness into myself if I had to. I would drink every drop of the poison until he was clean.