Mine A Dark Erotic Romance Novel Aubrey Dark Novels & Stories

she murmured against his lips. "Good." They lay there in the darkness, tangled together, and for a little while, they had no care for anything else in the world.

And then he tells me he wants more from me…desires me more than any other because, like him, I have the gift. I can’t deny he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with eyes black like midnight, a jawline as sharp as his dragon’s talons, the height of a mountain, and shoulders as broad as a stream. But no amount of attraction will ever change the fact that he destroyed my life. The answer is no—and it’ll always be no. But the Death King doesn’t accept that answer. This book contains dark themes with subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.

my wolf growled inside me again, louder, demanding. Damien froze mid-thrust then slammed in deeper, like he’d heard it too. His eyes flashed gold, glowing in the dark room. “Fuck, mate?” he rasped, voice breaking with shock and hunger. “Is that what you are? My fucking mate?” He flipped me over in one brutal move, my back hitting the boxes, legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust back in, deeper, harder, his knot already swelling at the base. His mouth crashed down on mine, teeth clashing, tongue invading like he was claiming every inch of me. I kissed back desperately, nails raking down his back, drawing blood that only made him fuck me wilder.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

He swallowed the sound like it belonged to him, like I belonged to him. I wanted to fight it, to push him away, but my body betrayed me. My hands, trembling, reached for his shoulders, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping me from falling into an abyss. Maybe he was. Or maybe he was the abyss, pulling me in with every kiss, every touch. "Good girl," he murmured against my lips, his approval sending an unexpected warmth through me. It was a cruel paradox—his darkness felt like the only light I had left.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

I slowly slip my cock in and out of her with each word. Aubrey gasps. “Yes, I understand.” Smirking, I grip her face. “Good girl.” Aubrey tightens around me the second I call her a good girl, fighting hard against her eyes closing over. She wraps her arms and legs around me, bringing me as close as possible. Her lips cover mine in a heated kiss as she moves her hips to meet my thrusts. “Yes! That’s it! Harder.” She squeals, her nails scraping down the flesh of my back.

I knew her father was drowning in debt and would do anything to save himself, even if it meant selling his own daughter. That made me want her even more. I liked the idea of taking something precious from him. I felt no guilt as the auction began. I was Arben Zefi, and this was my world. I was ready to take Amina, to own her completely. In my mind, this was just another step in my rise to power. I thrived on control and dominance, and she was going to be my next conquest. The darkness within me smiled at the thought, and I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

My body gleamed from the oil, golden under the soft light like a weapon sheathed in skin. As I fastened my robe, I felt that old, exquisite calm return. Jealousy had burned itself down to something better: purpose. Women like me didn’t rage. We planned. I walked past Rumer’s chaise, the click of my heels echoing against the marble like punctuation marks. “Book the private suite at the Club Noir,” I said. “Tell the staff to clear it for an hour.” Rumer grinned. “An hour?” “That’s all I’ll need.”

He broke the kiss, his dark eyes locking with mine, filled with an intensity that made my heart hammer against my ribs. "You're so beautiful, Emma," Divine also whispered to me this time while his gaze raked over my naked form, exploring every inch of exposed skin. "So wet for us already." His thumb brushed over my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "And you haven't even had a proper cock inside you yet." I moaned, my head falling back against the cushions. "Please," I whispered, the word barely audible in the silence of the room.