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This Chapter is R-18. Friendly reminder, this book is dark romance but it’ll get better and again, this a work of fiction. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Lianna Black~ Suddenly, my senses were fully awake from his notion. I gulped hard; I was still sore from the orgasms he gave me on Santa Barbara and on the jet. From my observation before, I knew Ace was dominant, that he craves control in everything he does. It isn’t a wonder that he also loves to dominate the bedroom.

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His pants look near bursting and they’re black. Roman has made black the sexiest color in more ways than one because now, I know what I like more than seeing him in black shirts, it’s black underwear. Roman pushes an image into my mind and my cheeks heat up. The image is me, in this state of half undress and my hair tousled and rough. In Roman’s image though, my hair is brown, not black. He’s doing this with Scarlett, not Vivienne, and isn’t it wonderful that I do not feel a speck of shame to be with him this way?

“Come with me, and I’ll find you a place to wash. I imagine that ride was unpleasant.” “I wouldn’t like to do it again, uh…?” There was that smile again and it somehow suffused her with warmth, even in the circumstances. “Cleo Black.” A hearty laugh accompanied it. “Isn’t that just the most perfect name ever? I sometimes think my great-grandfather changed his last name after The End just to match the family’s skin tones.”

she corrected before smashing her lips to Mason's. They didn't keep it for the bedroom, they wanted the four walls of the sitting room to testify their actions this time around. In less than five, they were both nude: smooth, muscled, and chiseled against smooth, delicate, and shapely. He trailed his kissed down her body as he rubbed her breast above. Every groan uttered was a rhythm to his ears and music to his soul especially when he entered her from behind after double fingering. Adrian's words broached, 'she loves it rough from the back.' His sickening smirk followed.

"When this is over—when they've accepted you—I'm going to take you to the northern territory. Just us. No pack, no council, no eyes watching." Her eyes flickered. "A honeymoon?" "A claiming ground." I kissed her jaw, her throat. "I want to mate you properly. Under the full moon, with nothing but the forest and the stars." She shivered, and I felt it—the tremor that ran through her, the way her breath caught. "That sounds like a promise." "It is." I let her go, watched her rise and dress with the fluid grace of a predator. She chose a black dress—simple, severe, cut low enough to show the bite mark. A statement. I'd taught her well.

They look like they’d force my posture into something sharper, something more deliberate. I pull one black dress from the rack. The fabric is soft, but the cut is severe. High neckline, Long sleeves, Floor-length hem. As I lift it, a small card slips into view, pinned carefully near the shoulder. I unfold it with unsteady fingers. “A Romano’s wife does not draw attention. She controls it. Wear black tonight.” There’s no signature, I didn’t expect any one. My grip tightens around the card, and for a moment, I consider tearing it in half. I don’t, instead I let it fall onto the vanity instead.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

I pressed my forehead to hers, my breath mingling with hers as the room seemed to close in around us. "Forever," I repeated, as if the word itself could bind us tighter than any chains. And I knew—I knew—she would never escape me. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"