Once You're Mine A Dark Stalker Romance Reviews Novels & Stories

The two families are enemies and they can't collide together. My wife found out you have a stalker who was obessed you, and she made a deal with him. he offers her money to do whatever he says and she oblige. I was aware of her plan but I couldn't stop her because of my greed. He gives you an aphrodisiac drug, you lose your senses and begs for s*x until you're on the edge of losing your sanity. You couldn't get enough of them until the three men lay with you. I was so pained that day the guilt of my wife accepting a bribe from that man shattered you. killing Damon parents you're not he did a hypotonic on you. He tamed you as the killer but he was the one who put the dagger inside of them. Da

Amelia had cornered my mother at the lakeside. She spoke softly, "Mrs. Carden, do you know… Why I wanted to kill your daughter?" My mother's eyes bulged with fear as she turned. A thunderclap echoed in my mind. With a splash, Amelia pushed my mother into the lake. My mom struggled frantically. Alas, that place was deserted. It was the most forgotten corner of the hospital. Amelia stood by the shore, arms wrapped around herself, a glint of venom in her gaze. Her smile was wicked, each word dripping with satisfaction. "Why did your daughter have to steal the spot that was rightfully mine?

It felt so wonderful, like I owned the world and everyone in it. Even when I was finished, I kept my cock inside her. I never wanted to leave the warmth of this woman. She was better than any lover I’d ever had, and that was saying something because I had experience with some of the most beautiful and confident women in the world. But there was something about London that satisfied my darkest urges. I slowly pulled out of her and watched my come seep from her soaked pussy. I admired my handiwork, my claim. “On your hands and knees.”

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

I growled against her lips, forcing her to meet my gaze through the dark curtain of her hair. Her eyes were completely unfocused, dark with a raw, primal lust that defied the amnesia, the suppressed files, and the corporate armor. In this room, in this dark, she knew exactly who I was. With three more heavy, desperate surges, she shattered, her body shaking violently as the climax tore through her, her fingers tearing into the skin of my back. The intense, crushing grip of her release sent me over the edge, and I buried myself inside her with a low, animalistic groan, spilling my heat deep inside her as the fire finally died down to gray ash.

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.

He will hate seeing me like this, and the thought brought a smile that touched the corner of my lips before I let the darkness claim me. . _ Have you checked out the new book? Twisted Marriage- A Dark MMF MAFIA ROMANCE A. Gupta

I cum hard and hot on top of him with his name in my throat and my face in his hair and his cock buried deep and his hands holding me like he means it and he follows me with a groan pressed hot against my collarbone and spills inside me and holds me through every pulse till he's spilled every last drop. We stay. The rain keeps coming. His hand strokes slowly up and down my back. "Jess," he says eventually. Into my hair. "Mm?" "I'm going to get a one star review for this," he says. I burst out laughing. Helpless and real and slightly hysterical and he joins in immediately and I'm laughing with my face in his neck and his cock still inside me and his arms around me and the rain drumming the ro

The same shade with the man who had fucked my virginity away in a haze of lust and recklessness. My heart fell to my feet. That hit stranger was there, standing in the dining, luggage in hand, looking like sin wrapped in casual clothes. Our gazes locked—silent, electric. His eyes bored into mine, stripping me bare, promising more darkness. The air thickened. My breath stuck in my throat when panic exploded in my chest, heart slamming hard. My knees grew weak. Him? He was Damien? The one who had groaned when he felt my barrier give?

“Those people are crazy. They could do anything to get what they want. The business is so dirty…” “When I told you you’re mine,” he said, “I wasn’t speaking a language you didn’t understand. I was speaking your language.” His words gave me comfort I didn’t know I needed. I didn’t know if I could trust him. I didn’t know if he was genuine. But somehow, I had fallen for him so fast, and it scared me. It scared me because he was here to find his father’s killer. He had a mission to destroy the Blackwoods—and I had Blackwood blood running through my veins.