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And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

Mark. He grinned as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand casually placed on my shoulder. "I could have never guess you write forbidden romance," he admitted hoarsely. "Let alone forbidden...erotica." "Why? You think love alone completes a romance story?" I folded my arms over my chest. He shrugged. "Isn't the essence of romance all about love?" I shook my head. "Love makes people dumb. I think I'II just stick to sex over love in romance, it's less complicated."

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“I am Roman Ricci, heir to the Ricci Family.” The Ricci Family? My brows furrowed, mind racing. He was right in saying it wasn't conspicuous. It didn't sound like any corporation I knew, especially a big one. In fact, with the gravity which he used, it sounded more like… A snort left me, breaking the tension. He looked at me, raising a brow and I shook my head. “Sorry about that.” I shook my head, “I was just thinking that name sounds like something you'd hear out of a shitty crime movie. What do they call it again? Mafia? Right, like some kind of mafia…”

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (If your uncomfortable with mature stuff I would prefer you to skip this chapter.) PG-18+ Author Pov Damon skillfully removed her gown and threw it on the floor. Her half-naked body got pressed against his bare chest. Her eyes were staring in his dark ones with fear and somehow anxiety holding in them. His fingers brushed against her jawline making her shudder at his touch. His rough hand cupped her covered bosom making her breathe heavily. His every doing was felt like heaven to her.

And he entered his shaft into mine "Fvck Grace youre so tight baby!" I can feel lust and jealousy combined. "Ughh Reyz faster please" "Ughh ahh" we moan till i feel like im cumming "Reyz-im cumming baby please faster" Then I cum he switched our position "ride me" he said "Ughhh" i began pounding him i can feel my breast is wobbling. He sat up and sucked my nipples and he moved faster FVCK this is so good!

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I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

But I wanted the best tonight. My thighs trembled. I felt like the sluttiest version of myself, bent over, panties shiver aside getting finger-fucked and spanked by the man I couldn't stop thinking about all night. “You're dripping down my hand baby.” Jake murmured. “You like this, don't you?” I could only moan in answer, pushing my ass back for more. The sting of the spank he gave me mixed with the deep relentless thrust of his fingers until my vision blurred and my pussy fluttered around him right in the edge of coming undone.

he groaned, gripping my hips as he started pounding. Each thrust slammed deep, balls slapping my clit, the desk creaking under us. I could feel every inch, every vein dragging along my walls. “Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it. Own this pussy.” Roman snarled and gave it to me, hips snapping faster, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other fisted my hair. “Like this? You love taking my cock at work, don’t you? Greedy little slut for your boss.”