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He was giving her the fruits of my hard work like a toy meant to soothe her tantrums. He did not even notice how upset I was, kissing my forehead softly. “Your birthday’s the day after tomorrow, and I already prepared a surprise for you. You’ve been looking rather pale lately, so I asked the butler to fill the room with gardenias. You love the smell of flowers, don’t you?” I did love the smell of flowers… except that of gardenias. One summer night after our wedding, a neighbor’s child ran to me with a bouquet of fresh gardenias and stuffed them into my arms with a giggle.

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.

“Move closer.” Fear and something hotter warred inside me. I told myself I was only obeying to avoid his anger, but my body moved forward until I stood barely an arm’s length away. His heat radiated toward me. His scent — that intoxicating wild musk — made my head spin and my core clench with sudden, shameful need. “Look at me.” I lifted my gaze. His green eyes locked onto mine, dark with an intensity that stole my breath. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.

But my voice was rougher than I intended. The jealousy had burned hotter than I expected. It was not just lust anymore. The thought of someone else touching him made me feel violent in a way I had never experienced before. He brushed his fingers along my jaw. “You do not have to worry. I have been yours for a long time.” I turned my head and kissed him slowly. Deeply and possessively. Then I pulled him on top of me and started all over again. We did not return to the gala that night.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

“I….I saw you…last night. With…in Daniel’s room.” Uncle Oliver started laughing uncontrollably. I don’t know what he found so funny. “Oh my, I thought I saw the door open.” “Why are you laughing? You were cheating, or…she was cheating, on your brother.” Oliver laughed again, “Oh, Sarah. It’s not what you think. Daniel and Suzanne have a different kind of marriage than most. You see, they only consider penetration as sex. So, what you saw me and her doing, well, that was with Daniels’ consent.”

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"'Jane Eyre'? Really? Isn't this, like, some sappy romance?" "It's a gothic romance, which means there's mystery woven in. Read it." She grinned at me, stepping closer. "So does this mean I can give you homework, too?" "I guess," my pulse shot up as she got closer, "if you're nice to me." "I can be nice." "Yeah?" "Yeah." She lifted my chin for a kiss, and as our lips made contact I totally forgot I was still holding the book, which tumbled out of my hand onto the floor.