My Dark Romeo Kindle Novels & Stories

My chair creaked and Romeo shot me a look without turning his head. Not now. ** It was already past midnight when Romeo entered my room without knocking. I was standing before the fireplace. The fire had diminished, now only glowing embers and trembling tongues of flame casting long shadows across the walls. The room smelled of smoke and brandy, the glass still in his hand, half full, untouched for too long. My shirt was open, my chest still rising and falling with everything I had not said at dinner, everything I had swallowed instead. I could not see Romeo’s face clearly in the dark, but I could feel him watching me.

He locked the door behind him and sat down next to Juliette stroking her thigh very gently, ‘You have been very disobedient my little tigress. His voice was silky soft like warm chocolate dripping over her skin, ‘Such a very, very naughty girl’ Juliette felt her whole body tingling as he stroked further up her thigh, ‘What was wrong with her?’ She thought as a fire burned in her core, ‘Only a few hours ago she had been about to give herself to the sexy Viscount but what she had felt at his touch was nothing compared to what Romero was doing to her. She looked up into his eyes they were so dark, such a deep bewitching shade of blue, without her knowing her own eyes gave her away, dilating and

She could feel the heavy beat of his heart through the duvet and her limbs were melting. The thickness of his arousal was a blatant pleasure force he used to encourage her thighs even wider apart. When he raised his head, Electa found she was panting like a sprinter. His ridiculously dark eyes leaped with burning flames, his deep chest heaving, his teeth gleaming white in the darkness between his hot pulsing lips. “Tell me… Were there any other lovers, zoi mou?” Adrastos repeated the question. Electa looked at his face… into his eyes… Then her eyes fixed his mouth, wanting those lips back on her lips, needing them there…

” 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

DARK ROMANCE "I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes to move down on their own. He took one more step and she again backed away. "Didn't I, Roshanay?" he cocked his brow, his hand itching to grasp her neck. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. She had now nowhere to go and dread was creeping up her nerves.

Handing the weapon back to Reggie who stood staring wide eyed Summer kept her gaze fixed on the now dead man whose blood was steadily pooling around him. "Ruthless." Reggie muttered as an appreciative smile began to spread across his face. "Hm?" Summer asked tearing her gaze from the man. "Is that guy that important to you?" Reggie asked. "I know how much you dislike killing, but you didn't hesitate to kill that man. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Summer admitted smiling. Even though she had said yes, what Asher was to her was so much more than important, he was her light in the world of darkness she had always lived in.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

Chapter 25 Julianna’s Pov:- Who is he? I stared at him with curious eyes while they both were climbing the stairs; this Lorenzo guy is creepy. He gives a serious dominant vibe and looks like a dangerous man. The kind of man people stay away from or don’t mess with. Who is he though? Are Nikolai friends with these kinds of scary people? Of course, he is a Russian mafia don, what do you expect? My subconscious replied. Yeah… “Julia?” Penelope's voice reached my ears,

“Celeste has nothing to do with this.” “Tutto a che fare con questo!” Romano’s voice boomed. “Everything! She bears the blood of the man who ended my family. Do you think I can look at her and not see Alessia’s grave?” “Then don’t look at her,” Azrael bit out. The Don’s men stiffened. Guns clicked softly in the dark. For a moment, I thought Romano would order them to shoot him. Instead, he let out a long, quiet breath and said something that made the air go still again.

But my body is a traitor. His eyes drop to my lips again, his thumb brushing slowly over my wrist. The subtle movement is electric. "I need to leave," I whisper. "No, you don't," he counters. And then his head descends, slowly, deliberately. Until he kisses me. It's not a tender kiss, not romantic. It's something darker that I can't explain. I should fight him. I should. But then his tongue traces my bottom lip, too teasing, too enticing, and the fragile walls I've built around myself begin to crumble.