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clawed at my mind. If it was all just cold business, why did she sound so warm, so invested? By 7:20 p.m. I was back at his building anyway, wearing a simple cream colored wrap dress that tied loosely at the side. One pull and it would open completely. No underwear. My skin still remembered the way he’d taken me against the glass the night before. The notebook in my bag felt heavier than ever, its pages filled with vows that had crossed far beyond professional. The penthouse smelled faintly of expensive wine tonight. Candles flickered on the low table near the sectional soft, almost romantic.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

“My sources also say that Sophia had flings with many of the local thugs back then. Come to think about it, she must be so filthy now after having sexual affairs with so many men!” Heather could no longer act dumb anymore. The revelation of Sophia’s disgusting past proved nothing but the fact that she was a filthy woman. As images of how Heather used to hold Sophia’s hand when they talked flashed past her mind, Heather found herself one step away from skinning herself alive. “What you just said… Is it all true?”

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

My fingers tightened around the cup until the plastic dented. “Asher—” He kissed me. Not soft. Not careful. The same hungry, open-mouthed kiss from that night… tongue sliding against mine, body pressing flush so I could feel exactly how much he still wanted me. One hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back. The other gripped my waist hard, fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt just enough to burn against bare skin. I made a small sound against his mouth. He swallowed it and kissed me deeper, like he was trying to erase every careful distance I’d put between us since.

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I was left in my undergarments as he trailed kisses down my neck and I moaned. I just can't reject him.I can't push him away.I love the way he make my body feel.I just can't deny it anymore.I love him . That's the reason I was jealous of Nina.I was jealous of the fact that he may start loving Nina.I love my husband.I love Kingston Ashford.

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

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.

There, he found Kana waiting for him, her eyes filled with the same love that had ignited their hearts all those months ago. In each other's arms, they discovered that their love had not only survived the trials of time and separation but had grown stronger. Their historical romance had weathered the storms of history and emerged as a timeless love story, a testament to the enduring power of love that transcended eras and defied the constraints of fate.