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I go still inside. Silent. Cold. Focused like a starving wolf with one target. Ella calls my name behind me. I don’t look back. I can’t. If I see her, I’ll lose the last thread of control holding me back from becoming the monster I need to be to end him. The battlefield seems to understand — everything around us slows, narrows, collapses into a tunnel of rain and blood and lightning. Duke raises his hands. Dark energy spirals around his fingers, curling like smoke. “Let me show you,” he says softly. “Why you cannot win.”

"We are direct descendants of your nature and prowess! I am Dark, Lord of Divinity! She is my wife, Phuture, Goddess of Divinity! We humbly ask for your gracious benefits to restore our spiritual energy!" Dark's spiritual energy flowed from the bible, illuminating the classroom with an aura of glistening black and orange hue. They watched while the energy's aura continued its circular motion around the room, until it came crashing down on Dark and Phuture simultaneously. The duo's location changed after the aura crashed down on them from the ceiling. Phuture's intelligent guess was that they'd been transported to a world of divinity, but confusion wouldn't falter her from an attempt to retur

She stuttered, “Off… off the lights.” Laurence's fingertip stayed on her forehead for a long time as he looked at her knitted brows. “Aren't you afraid of the dark?” Zoey didn't want him to see her face when she was turned on. It was something she couldn't control. They were like the most intimate lovers in bed. She said a little breathily, “Switch it on again after we finish.” Laurence kissed her ear. It seemed like he liked her ear very much these days. He grunted hoarsely and switched off the light. Other than the faint light shining in through the curtains, the room was nearly pitch black.

"Like I'm a debt that can never be fully repaid. Like you want to spend every night trying to find the interest." Dark moved with a speed that always caught her off guard. In three strides, he was in her space, his hand snaking around her waist and pulling her flush against his heat. The contact was electric. Iza’s breath hitched, her hands instinctively coming up to rest on his shoulders. The muscle there was like granite. "You think you’re so brave now, don't you?" Dark whispered, his lips ghosting over her forehead. "Because I haven't broken you yet. Because I let you keep that fire in your eyes."

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“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?”

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Combined with the breathless way she said his name, not Rufus, he was sorely pressed to hold himself back for sobriety’s sake. Dark decided to continue working his way down her torso. He set one hand on either side of her head and lowered his chest to hers. He slid his knees back so he was levered over her. His thighs pinned hers down while the spread between them allowed his aching cock to be cradled between her closed shins. He settled in to feast, his mouth seeking and embracing the nipple he hadn’t yet had the pleasure of attending to.

"Still fighting the same battle." The air between them thickened, charged with a decade of unresolved feelings. Valentina felt herself leaning in, drawn by a gravity she couldn't fight. Duke's phone chose that moment to die, plunging them into complete darkness. "Shit," he muttered, and she felt him shift away. The darkness was oddly freeing. Without sight, other senses heightened—the sound of rain on the roof, the scent of his leather jacket, the warmth of his body beside hers. "Duke?" she whispered.

Alone. In this dark.