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But when I did, the sight still stole my breath. Damian Blackwood. Tall. Dark. Lethal. He didn’t just walk—he commanded the space, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his tailored suit in all the right places. And Serena? Serena lit up like a damn chandelier. She was on her feet in an instant, her earlier boredom forgotten as she practically glided across the room. “Damian.” Her voice was smooth as honey, thick with something I didn’t want to name. Then, right in front of me, she placed a hand on his chest—familiar, claiming.

"Yes, Babe go on." "You like that?" "Yes lick it more babe, hmm that's it you're hitting the spot." "Love it? Louder babe." "Oh yes, go on!" I am here in the dark garden with the guy, maybe God knows him, but not me. I missed this. It's been weeks since my last. He's so good. We met earlier and decided not to attend the poem reading. Well, this a lot way better than that. He stood up and kissed my neck. He faced me on the ground , I know what he wants. So I bent down , he raised my skirt up to my waist and he unbuckled his pants.

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy

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As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.

I stared, letting my dark amusement flare. “No.” “Disappointing.” I couldn’t help the twitch of a smile. “You’re in my house now.” “Romantic,” he said faintly. I leaned closer, voice low, dangerous, intimate. “Don’t misunderstand, Nikolai. This isn’t mercy.” His faint smile widened slightly. “Good.”

He crossed his legs, the book resting on his knee, and began to read. His voice was deep, resonant. It wrapped around me like smoke, seeping into my lungs, making it hard to breathe. He read slowly, his eyes never leaving the page, but I could feel his attention on me. "'He could feel her, feel her in the dark, feel her body and her spirit, and he knew that she was his. She was his, and he was hers, and nothing else mattered.” My breath came faster. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the heat building between my legs, the wetness already seeping into my panties. This was stupid. I was letting him win.

And I was dripping all over his fingers, curling slowly. Ecstasy built torturously inside of me while my walls fluttered around him. It was dark romance coded with every touch—possession, pain, passion. He added another finger, pumping my cunt lazily, thumb rubbing my clit. The pleasure nearly blinded me. "Deny it all you want, sister. But your pussy weeps for your stepbrother." He was grounding his huge hardness against my thigh. His cock was thick and ready, promising more. "I'll fuck you right here, fill you deep like before, and make you scream my name."

Rion suggests. That earns a laugh from her, but the sound is low and humorless. She tilts her head, and shadows leak from her skin, curling like smoke before retreating back inside. "I’m afraid the Alpha and I aren’t exactly… compatible. My magic is darkness—chaos and decay. Your Alpha here," she jerks her chin toward me, "is pure light. He would absorb my power the same way he absorbed Eris’ chaos and trapped Khaíros."

Something about him made me uneasy, like I’d seen him before but couldn’t remember when or where. The way he moved—it felt too familiar. I forced myself to approach, clearing my throat. "Can I help you find something?" He turned slowly, and for the first time, I saw his face clearly. His eyes were dark, intense, piercing through me in a way that made my breath catch. There was a stillness about him, like a predator waiting for the right moment. He was handsome, but in a dangerous, unsettling way. “No,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine. “Just browsing.”