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Roman shifted first from behind me, pulling out softly, and I exhaled roughly. “Good girl,” Damian praised as he leaned down and kissed me softly before he moved, leaving my sight of view. But a second later, Roman was there. He looked… undone. Like he was completely shattered, his hair glued to his face from sweat. His chest heaved with deep breaths, his skin glistening with sweat. And his eyes… his eyes were so dark I couldn't see the blue anymore. “My love,” he whispered as he reached out and cupped my face with both hands, his touch so tender despite how rough and dark he looked. “My mate.”

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

I replied, wrapping my arms around his shoulder, lifting my hips a little, his stiff rod brushing my lower lips, making us both moan in delight. “Do you know what you’re asking?” Roman chuckled, releasing my face to grip his cock, aligning himself at my entrance. “I want to fuck you hard and fast,” his tip glided along my slit, parting my lips, circling my throbbing clit. “But I also want to make love to you, amor,” he said, kissing my nose.

Mark. He grinned as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand casually placed on my shoulder. "I could have never guess you write forbidden romance," he admitted hoarsely. "Let alone forbidden...erotica." "Why? You think love alone completes a romance story?" I folded my arms over my chest. He shrugged. "Isn't the essence of romance all about love?" I shook my head. "Love makes people dumb. I think I'II just stick to sex over love in romance, it's less complicated."

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

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She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

I swear I can hear the blood drain from his face. Roman doesn’t even look at him at first. His gaze is entirely on me, soft, amused, infuriatingly composed. And then he does it. He bends down, close enough that I smell the faint musk of his cologne, cedar, smoke, and sin and kisses me. Not a question. Not a whisper. A kiss that steals the room. It’s slow and maddening, a perfect weapon disguised as affection. He nibbles at my lips kissing me shamelessly right in front of Ethan and I almost let out a moan due to his wonder working lips

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

She would be closer with the Romanos and her plan would go more smoothly. "Why me?" Elena asked. Luca paused for a second before responding. "It so happens that I am allergic to women's touch but yours." "What is that? A disease or something?" Elena asked, sarcastically. She didn't believe this story. She knew everything about this man, how come she didn't find out about this before? "I'm not sure what to call it, Miss Elena. That's not the point. What I want is your cooperation." Elena bit her lip, considering the offer. So she was the first person the man ever laid with. Maybe Luca Romano was more mysterious than she thought. "Give me a day," she said. "I need to think about it."