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" I asked her and started to stand up. "They had an emergency, so they went back to the site." I nodded as if she can see me. "All right, wait for me. I love you!" then I hang up. I got the box under my bed and stared at the gifts I have there. I think that Raphael is weird, and he's playing with us. Why would he do such? He's so creepy. In this world and time, it isn't easy to trust. I got the violet plastic flowers and cards that he's given me. I segregated them all. I got a card and read the letter inside,

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

She was his control and he knew it. She was all he wanted, all he dreamed of. She was all he thought of, all he desired. Kyla o' Roarke is the woman for him. His hands began to move upward as they gripped the flesh that enticed him. He began to rain soft kisses up and down her neck, sucking and teasing the sensitive angles, causing her to moan in delight. The sound that came from her throat was the kickstart of the electrocution in his abdomen. He was hard.

He's such a fan of him. Switching sides, aren't you? I just want to help you with your confusion. "Fine," I finally agreed even though it sounded like a dismissal. "Let's dance and get over with it." A crook smile plastered on Demitri's face. However, even with the smile, his face looked hard as ever like some sort of granite in its finest. And those eyes of his. Two pools of darkness waiting for someone to be drowned into it. He's like a walking tragedy, a storm that could destroy anything if he wants.

On his way, Damon ordered one of the men to call one of Tobias' mistresses to his room. They were walking in the corridor. Damon was walking behind Elijah. His gaze fixated on the man's back. The man in front of him was of average height. He had dark black hair with black eyes. He was good looking but his looks had nothing to do with the alluring aura he had around him. Maybe Damon was the only one allured by him. Maybe because he was interested in guys that's why he found this man in front of him alluring.

I turned my head, heart slamming in my chest. Lucien Damaris. His right-hand man. His fixer. The man who always wore a smirk. The one who undressed me with his gaze every time I passed him in the hall. His mouth fell open slightly. Not when he was staring directly at me—naked, tied, exposed. His eyes locked on mine, then slowly dropped to my body. Something dark flickered there. Jealousy. Hunger. Something Caelum didn’t miss. “Get. Out.” Caelum’s voice was pure ice.

He can always tell when I’m lying; I’ve never been able to lie to him. “I have hurt and will hurt more than a thousand people; I have killed many more, but I will never hurt you, River, never.” My fingers trace the clothes in Rome’s closet as I explore the large, dark space. Everything here is either dark or black, save for a few white pieces. There’s no splash of colour, no yellow, green, light blue, pink, orange, or red, nothing but dark and black. And when I say dark, I mean colours that can easily pass as black, like blue black, deep purple that looks black the first time, and so on. It should be unnerving how dark his closet is, but I find it isn’t when I recall our conversation on this

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

I needed to find a way to cancel tonight’s date without hurting his feelings. Romeo is an Italian who moved here from Spain. He has been in Verona for three years and knows the city better than I do. He offered to show me around at night, and I gladly accepted because I have been so bored in my hotel room after Alejandro leaves me at 7 p.m. every evening.

Legal action will be taken against anyone attempting to reproduce this work without permission. In the dark hotel room, two bodies were tangled in the haze of desire, skin on skin, breath against breath. The air was permeated with the scent of sex and passion. A soft moan escaped the woman’s lips—barely audible, yet familiar enough to slice through Luciano’s intoxicated fog. His brows furrowed. No. He knew that voice. In a swift, almost panicked movement, his hand shot toward the lamp on the nightstand. But before he could flick the switch, whispered through the darkness.