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“If…If today’s any indication, I’m not scared of a little heat. The question is… are you?” Romero gave a sharp laugh, a delicious sound that did weird things to her nipples. “I’m a mafia lord. I have a garden of body parts. I’m not scared of anything.” His hand strayed from her face around to the back of her head. Anateya sighed, leaning into his touch as his fingers delved into her hair. She’d sell her soul to this devil to have him take her, right here on the hood of his car. Romero’s conflicted expression faded, replaced by something that made blood rush to her cheeks. His stare bore into her as if he was peeling back her layers to see inside. The next moment, his lips crashed to hers.

"Try your luck! " Vlad smirked. "What the fuck is wrong with them now?" We all looked at Michelle when he growled on phone call. "What happened? " Vlad asked. "Romano kings blocked our consignments..." He declared and she smirked. "Because we have their girl. " Vlad looked at Raajnandini. "Their girl? " I looked at Mila confused. "Girl has two brothers obsessed over her." Mila said. Ohhkay! "So basically we are messing with Italians and Americans. "

If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." My mind is muddled by his words, wanting to protest to his command, but my body betrays me as I incline my head to the side, pulling my dark hair out of the way and giving him a perfect view of my neck.

This man night actually end up fondling me to my death. When I feel like I can't take it anymore, Luca rears back. His eyes are two hot, dark pools of desire. Don't judge me. I know well enough what desire looks like from the vivid, erotic descriptions in Yulia's romance novels. This man's eyes practically brims with the emotion. They bore into me, stripping away my inhibitions, laying me bare.

"So, you are just here brooding because you ran out of patients to torture?" Romeo’s dark smile faded as his gaze drifted from my face, scanning the dance floor before snapping back to me. "I am here…" He said. "because I needed a drink. But it seems I stumbled into a live show instead." “What live show?” I scoffed. “I was just enjoying my night.” He tilted his head. His hazel eyes dropped to the flushed skin of my exposed cleavage, on the spot where the stranger's mouth had just been. His gaze darkened and I stopped breathing. Hot ran through my body.

“Romeo, you’re next.” Romeo shrugged and reached for the dice. He rolled them with very little ceremony. The dice landed. Darling grabbed the corresponding card again. She read it, then slowly raised her eyebrows. “Ooooh,” she murmured. Romeo already looked suspicious. “What?” She read it aloud. “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone? And why?” The room went quiet. Romeo didn’t hesitate. He picked up his drink and took a long swallow.

Held me as he came, hard and hot, spilling inside me like it was a vow. We stayed like that, tangled and breathless. The pasta cooled beside us, forgotten. From the hallway, Lucien passed by, footsteps pausing. He heard the moan. The name. The rough scrape of a chair. And he kept walking. Silent. Loyal. But aching in his own quiet way. Because sometimes, being the right hand meant watching the man you served fall for the girl you couldn’t have. And pretending that didn’t break something inside you every time you heard her scream his name.

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

” Alexander promised with a fierce expression. Romeo shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked around the room nervously, the room was starting to suddenly feel so hot for him, hot sweat dripped from his forehead slowly dropping on his shirt. “Hmm-mmm- did you miss the point were I said she’s also into human trafficking and selling of human parts to the blackmail market? She’s evil, demonic and no one wants to be associated with her. So demonic that even her husband and family have abandoned her and disowned her. They’ve even left the country without telling her, we needed some evidence and had to go to her apartment for it but realized…………” Romeo was cut off from his long explanation in

We have a nice selection of them, actually. Along with the journals are some musty cloth-bound editions of classic literary texts. You know the kind. Books which appear antique and valuable but aren’t. Here’s a damp, musty-smelling copy of Benito Cereno, next to a collection of Shakespeare’s plays. Also, several classic editions of Hemingway’s novels. Now here’s something interesting. A diary. Upon opening it, a name scrawled on the inside cover grabs my attention: “Jebediah Bassler.” Of Bassler House? Bassler Road, and Bassler Memorial Library? This is interesting, to say the least.