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“Fine. We will take some for everyone.” You can find my books on Dreâme by A.Gupta, if you want to read bully/Anti-hero dark romance. Thankyou. @Gupta

I lay sprawled across my narrow dorm bed, legs spread wide, my laptop glowing softly beside me. On the screen was Professor Adrian Black’s faculty photo—the one that had ruined the Good girl in me for months. Those storm-gray eyes stared straight into me while I rubbed my clit desperately. “ Aughh Fuck… Adrian,” I moaned while I pictured him pinning me down in that low voice growling my name while he fucked me senselessly. I had first seen him in person as a guest speaker back at my former University. He had stepped onto the stage like he owned the entire room, speaking about obsession in Gothic literature with such dark intensity that I grew wet right there in my seat. That night I touched

I need something to forget about my mate and that is a hot fvck! Moments later, Ezra was in my chamber, I loved him for one thing; punctuality. *** We kissed each other and it feels primal, filthy, and boundless. I rubbed my body against his addictively, barely remembering to breathe. I held his head with both my hands and he was holding mine with one and the other placed at the small of my back. And I want it to move over my body. Fvck, I want it so badly! I feel his groins pulsate under mine and it drives me crazy. I stand up to change my position and sat back on him with one leg on each side.

In one smooth motion he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically. He turned and pressed my back against the wall hard enough to knock a picture frame crooked. The new position put the hard ridge of his erection right against the place where I needed friction most and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against him. “Fuck,” Nathan groaned against my mouth, and the raw need in his voice sent another wave of heat through me. His hips thrust up to meet mine and the friction made stars burst behind my closed eyelids. We were still fully clothed but it felt so good I thought I might actually come just from this, just from grinding against him like teenagers.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

Lucy tangled her fingers in Raymond’s hair, pulling him closer, wanting more of the intense sensations he was drawing from her. Raymond suddenly grabbed her hands and pinned her wrists above her head. Lucy was completely at his mercy, and the realization sent a delicious thrill through her, heightening her arousal. He moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, his lips branding her skin with each touch. The heat of his mouth left her aching for more, her body trembling with need. He paused for a moment, lifting his head to lock eyes with her. His gaze was dark, filled with a hunger that made Lucy’s breath catch in her throat.

“What are we, knights from the fifteenth century?” “Don’t tempt me,” Theo grinned. “I’ve always wanted to joust.” Killian groaned at that. “No more medieval roleplay, please. Just food. Somewhere decent. I'm fucking starving.” "You're always starving." Theo shot, and Killian flipped him off with the middle finger. I turned to her, tugging on her earlobe and asked, "Where do you wanna go?" “Il Velluto,” Theo said quickly, pleading with her to take his advice, because they knew I would only go with whatever she wanted. “They have the best champagne, the best pasta in town. Their private rooms are chef's kiss, too."

She lived a few blocks away, in a messy studio with her cat, and we grabbed lunch whenever we could. Work that morning dragged. I shelved romance novels, the kind with shirtless guys on the covers, and wondered if Mark and I would ever get that steamy. Our honeymoon in the mountains had been sweet—hiking, cuddling by the fire—but nothing wild. I wasn't complaining; I loved the quiet moments. But sometimes, flipping through those books, I felt a little spark of curiosity. What if? Anyway, by noon, I was out the door, weaving through the bustling streets to the cafe.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.