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Her power falters as I storm toward her, the ground cracking under my feet. ‎ ‎She throws up her hands, dark energy flashing but it shatters against me like glass. I slam into her, sending her sprawling into the ground. Her dark magic is useless against me. ‎ ‎“YOU TOUCHED HER,” I roar, voice so deep it rattles through the clouds. ‎

It looked like he was about to give me the most intoxicating, filthy kiss of my life. I had never seen this look in his eyes before. It was lethal. Predatory. God help me. Even with his hand holding me captive, my eyes tracked the dark line of his mouth. My mind drifted backward, wicked and unbidden. I wanted those eyes looking down at me while I was on my knees for him. I wanted to feel that lethal control wrapped around my throat while he took everything I had. "Let me refresh your memory," Roman purred, his hot breath washing over my lips. "You followed him. Like a desperate little moth to a flame."

Without breaking the kiss, he started pounding in and out of me and I concluded he was trying to break me. The build-up in my lower abdomen came back and it was back with force. I knew he was close judging his groans and how he upped his speed. I moaned into his mouth. I fell over the edge and I screamed into Asher's mouth. I bit his bottom lip and I knew it drew blood. He released me from the kiss and groaned then he came. I felt ropes of hot come coat the walls of my vagina then everything went dark.

“Are you ready to become a Villamonte, my beloved wife?!” Dark asked, his voice deep, serious, and dripping with intent as he slowly opened the car door for Roxane. Like a classic gentleman in modern times—mysterious, handsome, and dangerously appealing to any woman’s heart. His gaze was sharp yet warm, as if he was examining Roxane’s entire being. As if he wanted to ask, are you also ready to fall for me? Roxane swallowed hard. She didn’t know if it was because of Dark’s deep voice or the adrenaline rushing from everything happening between them. She felt like she was suddenly the main character in a teleserye that had become real.

As for Albert's position, he told him to stay in the underground guard room with the other warriors. Romeo loosened the muscles that were stiff from the struggle earlier. It would be better if he soaked in cold water accompanied by aromatherapy that soothes the soul. Even though he knew now was not the time to be complacent, let alone relax, he was afraid that this was only the beginning of the attack that the 'Dark Lord' had prepared. His steps stopped when Romeo smelled the intoxicating pheromone piercing his nose again. Every day Rena's body smells better. Honestly, he couldn't stand it.

Romeo got into an accident. "No!!" I feel my joints twanging inside my body, a dagger diving straight into my chest and clawing my heart out, "No!" "Ma'am," the sound of the siren is distant like it was coming from a thousand miles away. And I am unable to comprehend anything but the thought of Romeo. "Ma'am!" someone echoes, "Stay with me, please." I tried to stay awake but I couldn't. The force pushing me to give in to the darkness is stronger, so I do, I let the darkness envelop me, hoping when I wake up, it will be just a terrible nightmare.

His nails dug deeper into my skin, the pain was excruciating, a little squeak left my lips. "Y..Yes..s" I stammered, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. "Good. Let's go." His nails finally stopped seeking my flesh, and he began to drag me forward. Towards a white big house. *** I was roughly pushed into a dark room that smelt like urine, the force of the fall made the skin of my palm and thighs peel off as I was trying to cushion my fall. The floor was slightly damp and felt sticky. My whole body ached with all the manhandling I had undergone in the past few hours.

"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.

Lucian’s fingers tapped impatiently against the armrest of his chair, his mind replaying the scene between Romeo and Juliet over and over again. “She’s captivating, isn’t she?” Dominic finally spoke, his voice low and reflective. Lucian glanced at his twin, his expression unreadable. “She’s more than just captivating, Dominic. She’s… she’s different. There’s something about her that I can’t quite put my finger on.” Dominic nodded in agreement, his gaze distant. “She’s like a flame, burning bright and untamed. And yet, there’s a vulnerability to her that draws us in, makes us want to protect her from the darkness of our world.”

I heard him laugh inside my ear and spoke. "Haha, you liked that, huh? I knew you were a dirty girl?" I know how you could make it up to me?" He said. Damn him, I know I shouldn't be turned on, but I am. Oh, God, I have been touched and turned on two times today by two sexiest guys in my school, but they still hate me! God, I need to stop reading them erotic and dark romances about being assaulted by your bullies. What is wrong with me, letting them touch me and making me feel these dark sexual desires and fantasies for them?