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Damien Blackwood’s POV The elevator opens onto black marble and midnight glass. The city throbs forty floors below like a distant heartbeat, but up here the only pulse that matters is mine—and the two quivering bodies already arranged on my bed exactly how I left them. All fours. Knees wide. Chests crushed to the sheets. Asses lifted high, shamelessly offered, thighs trembling from the strain of holding position for the last forty minutes. Their skin glows under fractured neon—violet streaks across sweat-damp spines, gold licking the undersides of heavy breasts still glistening with the cum I painted there earlier.

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the city lights of Manhattan. I stood in the center of the room, my hands trembling as I held the stolen flash drive. “I know you’re there,” I whispered into the shadows. A low, dark chuckle came from the corner of the room. Julian Vane stepped into the light. He was dressed in a black suit, his tie loosened, and his eyes cold and predatory. He didn’t look like a CEO; he looked like a shark that had finally caught its prey.

A hot flash that makes my vision go dark as my body trembles. I let out a broken moan as he thrusts me deeper, then he let out a deep grunt as he spurts in my pussy. The sensation is so intense I think I might pass out. Both of us collapsed against the table, breathing hard. After a while, he rises to his feet, looking down at me with a satisfied smirk. Then he reaches out to stroke my hair. "We still have the balcony to check Amelia." His voice is calm and cold again. "I think you will find the view up there better for another round."

They snapped open immediately. The corner of Sudan’s mouth curved upward. “That’s better. That’s how I want you” Zach exhaled shakily, his voice breaking as he whispered, “You’ll ruin me.” Sudan leaned in, his lips brushing Zach’s ear once more. “No, Zach. You’re already ruined” “Spread you legs open, I want to see you. Sudan muttered

“You don’t get to make silly assumptions about my life. I’ll let you go because it’s your first time, but I promise you, the next time you try this, I won’t play nice.” My heart jackhammered, but it wasn’t just fear. His eyes—those damned green eyes—held me captive, stirring a memory I’d buried deep. A dark street, a screeching car, my mother’s scream, and those same green eyes glinting in the shadows before the world shattered. My notebook slipped from my fingers, pages fluttering to the floor like wounded birds. Zane’s gaze flicked to my lips, a flicker of something raw flashing across his face. For a heartbeat, I thought he’d close the gap, but he stepped back, his cold mask slamming into

When he dipped down to Amelia's chest and captured a nipple in his mouth— My throat vibrated. A low growl slipped out of me. I froze. So did they. “I sure did,” Grey responds, smirking big. “Our plan, it's working.” He focuses back on Amelia, nibbling and sucking on her breasts.. “Goddess,” Amelia gasped. “Did you hear that?” “I sure did,” Grey said, smirking big. “It’s working.” He lowered his mouth to her again, nibbling and sucking on her breasts, the slurping noises intensifying.

While kissing my throat, he undo my bra and then moved his mouth to my right nipple gently caressing the other with his right hand. “Uhmmm…” Grey didn't get satisfied. He slid one hand between my legs, cupping my pussy over the lace. “So fucking wet,” he whispered against my skin. “All this for me?” “Y–Yes,” I gasped. “Please—Grey—” He hooked his fingers in my panties and yanked them down. I stepped out of them, naked now, shaking. Grey shed his sweatpants in one rough motion. His thick, veined cock sprang free, the head already glistening. My mouth watered.

I looked up at him to find his blue eyes go dark blue with undisguised rage and contempt that I visibly shook. He scoffed and threw another file right at the table in front of me. “That’s not all. Keep looking,” Confused, I picked up the second folder, and the first thing that came into my line of vision almost made me pass out. “What is this?” My voice shook, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off the data in front of me. The document held gory images of the accident scene and various forensic reports. It read, Subject A: ELIZABETH GREYSON