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6 AMIR The streets of Mexico City stretched before me like a maze, but I knew every corner, every alley. This city was mine, and soon, she would be too. My feet carried me through the busy crowd, but my mind was back in that quiet little bookshop with her. Mariana. I hadn’t meant to approach her so soon. I’d planned to stay hidden in the shadows a little longer, to let the tension build. But when I saw her today, standing there with her soft eyes and gentle smile, I couldn’t resist. She was everything I had imagined—pure, innocent, untouched by the darkness I carried with me.

I murmured, holding onto him, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. “Sorry, my angel… but I think you’ve awakened a demon in me,” he whispered, pressing kisses along my neck as we slowly shed layers of clothing. My stomach did that fluttery thing it always did with him. His kisses always had thatahicak effect, leaving me wanting more. But for a split second, my mind drifted to Damien. Why him? Not now. I shook my head, trying to focus on Ray and the warmth spreading through me. Without warning, Ray put all his member into me. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I felt afterwards. He paused, searching my eyes, and I tilted my head slightly, giving him permission to keep going.

His dominance was fierce, desperate, his hands roaming with rough precision as though trying to carve his claim into her very skin. Sierra’s body arched beneath him, torn between fear and surrender. His ropes cut into her wrists, his teeth marked her throat, his voice branded her mind. “You’re mine,” Damien snarled. “Not hers. Not anyone’s. Mine.” And as she trembled beneath him, her body burning with pain and desire, Sierra understood the truth in his words. Their love was no longer just forbidden. It was war. And in war, there were no survivors, only victors and ruins.

JAX My gaze lingers on the heavy oak doorway where Aubrey just left, a cold smile playing on my lips as the echo of her footsteps fades down the corridor. I return to my seat behind my desk, the leather chair creaking beneath me, and Avery takes her place back on my lap, the silk of her dress rustling as she pushes it up until her bare core meets my dick. Sly witch. I smirk at her boldness, the familiar heat of her body igniting my own.

My mom is full of shit, and I'm starting to see her in Dark light. ******** Leandro Tonight is the night I'm meeting my fiancee; she might growl at me the moment she finds out that I'm her date and his future husband. Aubrey is a tigress that caught my wild heart. I'm willing to chase this tigress even though it might cost me my life. I know she is worth the price.

J About Aurelia Aurelia Skye is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing science fiction romance. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter.

BEFORE STARTING! JUST READ THIS FOR CAUTION! Hiii loves, thank you for reading this! Just to let you guys know in advance this story is not for the weak! it’s really dark, with a lot of abuse. I do not support any of that! ♕𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸♕ 𓆙dark romance𓆙 𓆙forbidden love𓆙 𓆙betrayal𓆙

The pale light of dawn crept through the cabin windows, as I slowly stirred awake. My body felt gloriously tired, every inch marked by Kael's passion… faint bruises on my hips from his grip, the tender throb deep in my pussy a delicious reminder of his cum stretching me full just hours ago.

he'd growled, pounding hard, his balls slapping against me. But, I loved it with Mr. Alfred more, the risk, the forbidden thrill I took for Katrina's father more. Every stolen moment after that, in his bed, even the kitchen while Katrina was upstairs. “Ride me, baby,” he'd say, and I'd straddle him, bouncing until we both came, his cum filling me up.

He pulled out so suddenly that a desperate, empty ache bloomed inside me, a hollow cry ripping from my throat before I could stop it. But Damien didn’t give me time to mourn the loss. His strong hands gripped under my thighs, spinning me effortlessly, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back, pulling him closer. The soaked lace of my panties was still twisted obscenely to the side, and the thick, throbbing head of his cock found my dripping entrance again, as if it knew exactly where it belonged.