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At least the women there are clean and all tested and I am a member. I get to my car and retrieve my wallet from the dashboard and check if the card is there and it is. I smile and ignite the car. Velvet House is a fantasy world that gives most men what they do not get in their marriages. Here, one gets all types of sex depending on their preference. I am a hardcore dominant and I love my partners submissive and masochistic. I love dominating for a good fuck but once in a while, I can switch roles but that doesn't with whether I can get a good dominatrix.

You are a woman, Julia, you are sexually aroused. You hadn’t been touched by a guy in years. Your pussy is fucking lonely, it needs fucking attention. Nikolai is a huge fucking Greek god, he’s hot and handsome and always wore a, “I want to fuck your pussy hard and raw until you can’t fucking walk for days,” all the time. Jesus! I muttered, Who cares if he’s a killer or a mafia don, he fucks you good and leaves you craving for more. Don’t tell me you don’t want him, Julia, my subconscious continued.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

But when I did, the sight still stole my breath. Damian Blackwood. Tall. Dark. Lethal. He didn’t just walk—he commanded the space, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his tailored suit in all the right places. And Serena? Serena lit up like a damn chandelier. She was on her feet in an instant, her earlier boredom forgotten as she practically glided across the room. “Damian.” Her voice was smooth as honey, thick with something I didn’t want to name. Then, right in front of me, she placed a hand on his chest—familiar, claiming.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

The one who could burn him alive and kiss the wound better. You stuck through the silence, the pain, the almosts, and the push-pulls. And when I was on the edge of giving up, you were the reason I didn’t. So here I am. Still writing. Still pushing. Still pouring my soul into every word because you deserve that. Dark romance isn’t everyone’s thing. But if it’s yours, then you get it. You get how love can be painful and beautiful. How obsession can look like devotion. How the line between “I need you” and “I might destroy you” can be so, so thin.

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

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We got closer to the stables, and there they were, staring at me as I approached them. Korran's eyes were fiercely on me, somewhat apologetic, not that he was about to recite an apology for trying to kill me. Fenrik stared at me, like trying to figure out a puzzle. Something told me it was about last night. And Zarek's, warm as ever. It dawned on me that out of the three Lycan Kings, I liked him the most, and Korran the least. I could not quite put where my emotions lay with Fenrik. Something was off about him, but I was drawn to him the most, which was weird.