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

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

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”

" Romeo sat on the couch in his room waiting to watch the game. Gina played on the bed as different hands ran through her body. Cold shiver ran through her as she felt a tongue moving to and fro her clitoris, she closed her eye to feel the sensation. Just then Eddie sucked her nipples, she let out a sign. They would be though on her,,,she was being feasted upon. She would never come here when she escapes this. ******* Lamar sat in his study at home going through the documents Liam delivered. "Romeo Atchley. 22years,Lives in a mansion at pop city with his five friends - names not started. His parents were brutally murdered five years ago. Lamar smiled as he remembered how he murdered his frie

A mix of fear, anger, and relief. The truth hurt. But the lies had hurt worse. Deep down, I just wanted everything to go back to normal. AT FRANCESCA’S PENTHOUSE The penthouse lights were low, warm, and expensive. Francesca sat on the edge of the long white couch, legs crossed, lips painted deep red. She held a glass of wine like it was a weapon. She watched Mr. Blackwood with a smirk. Mr. Black stood near the window, back to her, hands in his pockets. His shoulders were tense.

And if there were cracks— Well. Even a rat knows to look for cracks in the walls. I smiled in the darkness, feeling the dry skin of my lips split with the unfamiliar movement. The scab on my lower lip reopened, a warm trickle of blood sliding down my chin. I didn’t wipe it away. Let it fall. Let it mark this moment. The physical splitting mirrored what was happening inside me—a fracture growing wider, deeper, more deliberate with each passing hour. “Tell me more about her,” I said to Elena, my voice steadier now, the taste of copper on my tongue like a promise. “Tell me everything.”

As darkness edged her vision, she saw Darius emerge from the trees, smiling coldly, Time to collect my virgin prize. Marcus lunged, but a heavy blow knocked him down, The last thing Pera hear d was his furious scream of her name before everything went black.

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 can’t wait.” He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my lips, his hand tightening slightly around my wrist. “So? Do you want me to fuck you in front of Betty and the driver?” “I don’t care,” I muttered, my voice laced with frustration and need. His laugh deepened, low and dangerous, and his eyes darkened, locking onto mine. “You better care, love,” he growled, his tone carrying a warning that sent a shiver through me. “Because after they see how beautiful you look coming and after they see that gorgeous body of yours, they won’t see tomorrow. Do you want that, love?”

He wasn't so drunk that he couldn't appreciate that. "She made promises when she was in Italy that I now see were lies," Raphael said, looking up at Ben. "What? What promises did I make?" Gabriella asked. Raphael refused to look at her, so he spoke to Ben. "She was all soft and touched me frequently when we met. She told me that I should come to America and she would show me the sites and make sure I enjoyed myself. Her... kisses were sensual." The man was struggling, and Ben knew what he meant by her kisses. Gabriella was, by nature, a sensual woman, but this was probably, hopefully, a case of misread signals. He turned to look at Gabriella, who was looking concerned. Ben became worried whe