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I thought as I glared back at the mysterious and frightening stranger. He opened his mouth into an evil smirk, and with a perfectly timed flash of the disco lights, I could have sworn I saw fangs. Fear instantly spread throughout my body as I searched his pitch-black eyes for answers, but there was nothing there. All that stared back at me was emptiness and hopelessness.

she demands. I can’t answer. I don’t answer. She bares her fangs and stalks closer. I am going to die. They all want me dead now. Xaden caused this. I should have found a way to kill him yesterday before he slipped from my sight. She crouches and grabs my throat in a death-grip, her long fangs digging into my skin painfully. I whimper. “You’re new but already a threat, Hannah Wales. You wanted to kill us all. Now you will die first,” Her other hand raises high above her, her scary sharp fangs elongating, ready to tear at me brutally.

Imagine that! Xavier was a monster…literally, as his face morphed into something dark and dangerous. It was as if the scared look on my face was feeding the darkness inside him, and he wanted more; he wanted me to be scared of him, yet still wanted me to want him just as much.

I stumbled back and gasped, my eyes snapping open to meet Horris’s burning gaze. “Do you want to get yourself killed?” he demanded. Rising from the chair, he moved closer. His eyes blazed with a fire I had never seen—not even in his strangest moments. Fear crawled through me, settling deep in my chest. I trembled and stepped backward, but he advanced, closing the distance. “Ho—Horris, it’s not what you think,” I stammered, my voice shaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Then tell me what I think it is,” he said, tightening his grip. The pressure made my heart hammer in my chest. His expression was nothing like the calm, distant Horris I knew. This was someone else—dangerous, relentless,

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

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I walk to them and sit beside Xander, I put the bottle of water on the table and Damien gives me a questioning look/ “Are you going to explain to me what’s going on?” “Xander has PTSD and a slight case of mania and I’m also starting to believe that this house is haunted,” I sigh, rubbing Xander back. “You mean you think there is a ghost in this house?” “Yes, he’s the one that’s always breaking stuff,” Xander cries out, “He’s always haunting me and terrorising me.” “I don’t understand,”

I didn’t even know all the details of their dealings, just enough to know it was shady. At the moment, I was being held hostage by a cold-blooded assassin, his claws all but digging into my neck. I was meant to be terrified. I was but it wasn’t as much as the terror I felt when my eyes met Xander’s. When I saw and noticed the promises of horror, he would inflict on me when he dragged me back, I knew I had fucked up.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

**Content Warning:** This chapter contains explicit content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised Aria's POV: As he walked deeper into the room, the dim light revealed Xander. His nose flared in alert, and his jaw clenched. His eyes flashed golden a few times as he walked towards me. I don’t need to tell him what was going on with me because from his eyes, I know he must be able to smell the heat and my arousal. A whimper escapes my lips when the heat increases. “Help me,” I say between sobs.