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My body trembling under the overwhelming sensation, pleasure and shame blurred together until I couldn’t tell which one was stronger. “Taking it all like a good little slut…” Landon’s voice dropped low as he drove deeper, filling me. My nails dug into the sheets,I could barely think or breathe. Mark’s hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. “Look at you fuckin whore.” The words burned hotter than the touch. When Landon finally groaned and spilled, warmth spread through me. My body shook from the intensity. Mark flipped me over without warning.“Where do you think you’re going?” His grip tightened at my waist. “You’re already dripping.”

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

I let my mind drift back to the interrogation, to the way she spat at me, the way she refused to break, even as I cut into her skin, even as I took her body again and again, even as I pushed her to the edge of what she could endure, she did not break, she bent, she swayed, she cried out in pleasure and pain alike, but she did not break, and that is what makes her precious, that is what makes her mine, not the bruises I left on her skin, not the seed I spilled inside her, but the unyielding core of her that refuses to surrender even as she surrenders, the contradiction at her heart that draws me like a moth to flame. I finish the whiskey and pour another, and I think about the future, about w

"So what? You can still take classes as my wife. Why wait? You know we're meant to be together. To become mates for life." His use of the word "mates" reminded her of one uncomfortable fact. "But I can't shift into a wolf like you, which means it won't be a true mating bond." Not to mention they couldn't have children because, like a human, dormant Lycans couldn't get pregnant from a shifter. Wolves could only mate with wolves if they wanted pure bred pups. The fact that Dana's beast remained dormant meant the only children Dana would ever enjoy would belong to other men, human men. "I don't care if you're a dormant. Actually, it's kind of a blessing because that means I can keep you all to

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He kept kissing her mouth, then her throat, then her shoulder, driving her crazy, because each heated touch was like a torment that didn’t last long enough. He pushed the hair back from her face. “Open your eyes!” he commanded. Electa obeyed without a single thought that he meant anything more than to add yet another dimension to what was happening between them. Breathless, panting, eyes dark chocolate pools of desire, Electa looked into his deep dark gaze and saw the flickering flames of anger a split second before he rasped harshly. “Say goodbye to your fine moral principles, Electa mou.” And with a final long, plundering stroke tossed her, shocked, confused, shatteringly bewildered, into

Already he gazes at me with single-minded devotion. It's almost too easy. With each tender gesture and loving word from Roman, I come closer to having him fully under my spell. Once our mating is formalised and I am established as his cherished Luna, none will dare challenge whatever I command in the Pack. Dorian and Lily's fates will be sealed. "You seem distracted, my moon," Roman murmurs, his thumb stroking over my knuckles. "What preoccupies your thoughts tonight?" I quickly compose my expression into an adoring smile. "Nothing of importance, my Alpha. Just reminiscing a bit is all."

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This place is like an escape from the constant worry and protectiveness my three brothers possess. I feel like I've been reading for an hour when in reality, it's been a lot longer. I finally lift my head from the book to notice it is dark out and it's raining. Rain taps the glass as it falls from the night sky. "Excuse me, miss." My eyes focus on the old librarian. Her grey hair is over one shoulder, her brown eyes warm as she says, "I'm sorry, but we're closing now."