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A gunshot cracked. My breath caught. The tall man turned at the sound of it. Dark eyes locked onto me through the curtain of rain. I spun and ran. I didn’t get far. Before I could go around the corner a hand like iron closed around the back of my neck and slammed me against the brick wall. The impact knocked the air from my lungs. The same man—an expensive coat, the scent of tobacco and cold air—leaned in close enough that I could see the faint scar along his jaw.

It was always worse when she came home. She closed her eyes and let the familiar fantasy take over. Kai. Forty-five years old. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet, dangerous kind of handsomeness that had ruined her for boys her own age. In her mind he wasn’t gentle. He never was. He had her bent over the edge of this same bed, one large hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her from behind. Thick. Stretching her open with every deep, merciless thrust. She could almost hear the wet sound of her pussy taking him, almost feel the heavy slap of his hips against her ass.

Elias moaned into it despite himself, hips twitching up helplessly. Damien’s other hand slid down, groping Elias’s ass roughly, squeezing the soft, round flesh, fingers digging in deep. He pulled Elias’s sweatpants lower, fully exposing him, then wrapped his big hand around both their cocks, his own thick, heavy length pressing against Elias’s smaller one. “Feel that?” Damien groaned against his mouth, stroking them together in firm, possessive pumps. “This is what you do to me.” Elias sobbed into the kiss, overwhelmed. His cock was rock hard in Damien’s grip, leaking steadily against his stomach. Shame burned through him.

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I stared at the window, watching people walking down the street, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I wondered if any of them were a wizard or a sorceress, and if so, if they had to do what I did - to always run away from something and be careful about everything they do - are they as homeless as I am? I sighed and took a sip of my cup of coffee. After looking out the window again, I saw a tall, well-built guy, about 19 years old, with dark eyes and black half-long, wavy hair, falling slightly over his left eye. His complexion was milky white, which was quite strange, as his features suggested that he was rather Italian. This young man wore dark navy blue jeans and a white shirt with

“It must have got loose anyway. It’s mighty strong, stronger than I thought in the beginning and it wants her. Not only does it want her, it wants this place. He tried to move in with her. He was pushing for marriage. Her brother would have none of it and they had a wicked fight. Dennis is at my place now. A demon creature attacked him. I think those creatures are connected to the demon man we just saved Tara from.” Brandon’s eyes grew large as he listened. Recognition set in and he finally knew the truth of the matter. Although Maggie was still in the dark, she slowly came to know it too. He sat on the edge of his chair while the old woman continued. “I think Dominic is the leader,” Ma

I heard him laugh inside my ear and spoke. "Haha, you liked that, huh? I knew you were a dirty girl?" I know how you could make it up to me?" He said. Damn him, I know I shouldn't be turned on, but I am. Oh, God, I have been touched and turned on two times today by two sexiest guys in my school, but they still hate me! God, I need to stop reading them erotic and dark romances about being assaulted by your bullies. What is wrong with me, letting them touch me and making me feel these dark sexual desires and fantasies for them?

This is an erotic dark romance story that will pertain to the following topics. If they are triggering, please remember to keep your mental health a priority above any source of entertainment. TRIGGER WARNINGS: -Murder -Blood -Methods of torture -Loss of virtue -BDSM -Binding -Spanking -Explicit language -Explicit Sexual situations -Exhibitionism -Sex without a condom -Gun Play -Obsession -Bullying (at a young age) If you are prepared to venture into the obsessive love Jackson Maldori has for Amara Brady then proceed with the aforementioned caution. Because although this is a beautiful story with everything from heart to heat, it isn't exactly an easy road ahead...

The ice had started to melt, diluting the edges of it. “He doesn’t want me,” I said. The words felt like swallowing glass, but I’d had enough practice. “And he’s not my mate… what if he finds his mate?” “Men who don’t want women don’t look at them the way he was looking at you when you walked through that living room,” Cat said simply. “And we all know Nathan is wordless don’t worry” I didn’t respond to that. I didn’t have anything left to say that wouldn’t either embarrass me or break something open that I wasn’t ready to deal with tonight.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E