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The following books are for mature audiences with dark themes and Anti-heroes that you'll hate but end up loving them. These books contain intense sèxual themes and can/may have non/con, dubious consent. These are dark books. All these books are COMPLETED. 1. CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE ____ Blurb ____ ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment.

" I told her. She was quiet until I heard her getting in her pant pocket. I heard the ding of the keys. She put the keys in her hand in front of my face. I saw the keys dangling back and forth. I grabbed them out of her hand. I put them up to her door. I got the key to unlock her door. We walked in the front door. I turned around, closed the door, and locked it. I walked across the room. I saw a lot of books on her bed. I looked around I saw a lot of beds, as we have over at the football camp. They like to have twelve bunk beds, but we have fifteen bunk beds. I didn’t have to look for her bed; I already knew where she was. I saw a pink and red blanket that has books on it. But one book stuck

I leave the door open like he told me to. My ass is still on fire. Every time I shift on the bed the sheets drag over the hot skin and make me suck in a breath. I can still feel the thick stretch of his fingers and the way he made me come while he was spanking me. My cunt is slippery and swollen. I press my face into the pillow and try not to think about it. I fail.

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

He almost growled. My eyes widened as he pried my legs apart and without warning pushed two fingers inside me, ripping a gasp of surprise from me, which then turned into a moan when his mouth descended and covered my core with his lips. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. I felt flushed everywhere. Daxton Cervantes was eating me like a hungry beast! "Dax! Ah!" His fingers curled and gradually moved faster, causing the air in my lungs to fade away as I clenched around his fingers. "That's a fucking sight to behold,"

His door was locked but I punched a hole through the door, turning open the knob. We rushed in and I found Lyle sprawled on the floor in shorts, he was covered up in sweats and his heartbeat was fast. I wondered how I hadn't noticed this, his pupils had dilated completely and he grunted, clutching his head tight, as he kept calling Freya. "What is going on?" Byron asked, confused. "I don't know" I was as confused as he was. We both caught the whiff of a familiar scent and I saw a small sized bottle on the floor, I took it up and sniffed. Lyle groaned as his wolf struggled to break free and ease himself if the pain.

My jaw dropped and my eyes almost fell out of my head. “Yes, good. Any professional camper would know that these nuts are very healthy and edible and it is usually eaten by campers because it suppresses hunger and buds horniness.” He said plainly as he shoved the piece of nut to my face. The last part made me laugh out loud, sensations from my belly tingling. “Horny? Why do campers have to be horny?” “Sex helps to calm the nerves down and it also makes camping more fun.” “Wow, I never knew that.”

When it was clear that he was 'up', I asked him to give me a measurement for my book. When he read off eight inches, I noted that before realizing how much manhood I had just held. I wanted to be a good mom and not do anything wrong with him, but it had been YEARS...I was so fucking horny...! I was also so conflicted: a part of me wanted to push him down and leap on board, relieving years and years of sexual frustration. Unfortunately, another part of me reminded me that I was a mother and did not want to 'warp' my son. I left him that day, kissing him on the cheek for his hard work."

We both were getting horny watching the p**n. He found one that had like ten minutes of massive black cocks shooting loads onto white babes faces and into their mouths. I said I loved that kind of stuff, huge cocks and facials. He said "Yeah I hear you. I wish we had some babes here for some relief." I nodded and agreed. I said "Well there's always your hand." Chris laughed and said "I guess so." We kept scrolling through p**n and now were fondling our packages. I don't know how I got the nerve, or the stupidity maybe, but it was likely the weed. I blurted out "You don't have to use your hand. You just can't tell anyone." Chris looked at me like WTF and mustered only a soft "What??"