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I turn it over to see the cover, and my jaw drops. It’s a romance novel. A thick, spicy, explicit romance. A slow smile spreads across my face. I sink into the chair, clutching the book to my chest. I pressed the book against my chest, the hard edges of the cover digging into my skin. I didn't even look at the others on the shelf. I just needed this one. A tiny, wicked smirk pulled at my mouth as I slipped out of the room. It felt like a heist, a dirty little secret I was stealing from the shadows of this house.

I felt refreshed but a bit dazed. As we walked into the grand lobby, I noticed the atmosphere had changed. The staff was standing a bit straighter, and there was a hushed silence over the room. Then I saw him. In the center. Black. He was dressed in a well-tailored charcoal suit, looking every bit the Alpha. In his arms was a massive, overflowing bouquet of rare blood-red lilies. Rain and River both stiffened beside me, their playful energy vanishing instantly. Black walked toward me, his eyes locked onto mine, ignoring his brothers entirely. He stopped just inches away, the scent of expensive cologne rolling off him. He held out the flowers, his expression unreadable but intense.

… Author Tina Nwuba: “This is a dark romance book, readers. So, expect the worst to happen. I hope you have your cups of popcorn and are seated for the next actions! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

Something happened tonight," I whispered urgently. Alex's expression turned inquisitive, and he nodded. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, preparing to unfold the tangled threads of my encounter with Christy and the emotions Natalie had awakened within me. "Yeah, what... DID?" Alex emphasized, his voice laced with curiosity. His gaze drifted away, fixated on a captivating figure across the room. I followed his line of sight, and my heart skipped a beat. Christiana stood poised, radiant in a stunning green lace dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The garment shimmered under the light, accentuating her beauty.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

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"Love is the strongest weapon we have against darkness," he had said. Eli turned to the girl he loved and took her hand. With all his heart, he poured his love into her, and suddenly, the darkness began to recede. The other vampires joined in, pouring their love into the battle, and together they were able to push back the darkness.

"That I have chosen you-" "That I have chosen you," "Above all else-" "Above all else," "With this ring, I thee wed-" "With this ring, I thee wed." Vincent puts the ring on my finger and kisses it gently. "And now, Vincent Romano, do you take Damian Black to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding only unto him forevermore?" "I do," Vincent says as he holds my hands tightly.

It is exquisite and at the same time a torture, I did not know that something like this could exist. Black's figure is contoured through the first rays of Sun that seep through the glass as it begins to lighten. The muscles of his back are marked with greater intensity as well as each of the untidy hair that I suddenly try to hold while continuing to go down with his mouth until I discover an area with such sensitivity that I had never raised it before. Black's rough chin caresses my pubis, tearing a gasp straight from my throat. "Is something wrong, Mina?" He asks me from below.