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I mumbled under my breath. He looked down at me, naked, trembling, covered in sweat and the seed of seven men, with cold, possessive hunger. “You’ve impressed Jax,” Victor said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “But his training was only preparation. Now you enter my world. Dark Desires. Where consent is a luxury… and obsession is law.” He stepped closer. Behind him, more figures emerged from the shadows, tall and powerful men with masked faces, their primal energy radiating from them. Their presence felt different from the Club. Wilder. More dangerous.

Then something shifted in his expression—something darker, more certain. He started kissing me deeper this time. More passionately. With more hunger. My breath hitched as I adjusted in the chair, needing to be closer; needing more of him. My hands moved without permission, sliding up around his neck as he pulled me fully onto his lap. The world narrowed until there was nothing but him. My body reacted in ways it never had before. Not even with Ethan. That realization sent a different kind of heat rushing through me as I shifted, turning just enough to straddle him. His hands found me easily, steadying me as his mouth moved from mine to the curve of my neck.

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"Smile." ------------ The ballroom was completely huge and stunning, to say the least. She had never seen anything like that before. Colourful decorations were hung on every spot with no wall, leaving minimal space with no decorations. The lighting wasn't too bright to the point that it burned peoples eyes or too low that they couldn't see a thing. It was perfect enough to set a dancing mode, and it felt very romantic; Harlow could help but be reminded of the moonlight night. Men were in their suits, and women in their chic dresses wandered around excitedly with huge grins contorting their bright faces. Everyone just looked too dazzling.

Sudden heat woke Miguel from sleep. He was still very dazed, but saw an unearthly beautiful woman approaching him, her brown curls flowing down the bare shoulders, an olive shade, as was the rest of her skin. The woman's eyes were black with a clearly visible desire in them, her lips were full, pink, arranged in a wonderful smile. The features were perfect, making her the most beautiful woman Miguel had ever seen in his life. Then his attention was drawn to her figure - so streamlined, full of wonderful feminine shapes, but at the same time slim, with perfect size. She was beautiful, like a woman from a dream... Miguel really thought he was dreaming because it couldn't be real, she had to be

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[South of Shkrade, Silvervale territory.] In a dark hall, 19 figures sat around a wooden table adorned with gold. A lavishly decorated chalice that contained blue fire barely illuminated it. The flickering flames made the shadows dance. At the head of the table sat a man. He had dark brown hair and hypnotic green eyes. A small smile graced his lips. This man was Darius Hale, formerly Estelle's lover. He was a handsome man with sharp jawline and stylish hair. He gave one an impression that he was a saint who wouldn't hurt a fly.

Rafael stood over me, his shirt gone, his chest broad and muscular, his cock thick and hard against his stomach. He crawled over me, his body covering mine, his weight perfect. His mouth found mine again, his kiss deep and *khungry, his tongue sliding against mine as his hips ground against me, his cock thick and heavy against my thigh. “You’re going to take me so well,” he growled, his voice rough. “Aren’t you?” I nodded frantically, because I couldn't speak, my hips lifting, trying to pull him in. He chuckled, his hand sliding between us, his fingers teasing my entrance. "Have patience.”