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They hadn’t even noticed me. Serena was still in his arms, but the kiss was different now. Deeper. Hungrier. Bordering on filthy. Her fingers twisted in his dark hair, pulling him closer, her breath hitching as his tongue plunged into her mouth, slow and possessive. She moaned softly, parting her lips wider, letting him taste her, consume her, own her. Her body practically melted against him, her robe slipping open at the top, revealing the bare curve of her breast. Damian groaned low in his throat, his large hands gripping her waist before sliding lower, his fingers digging into the plush swell of her ass.

"I am the only reason you are in a silk bed instead of a concrete cellar. My men wanted to handle this much more... efficiently. I chose to be decent." "Decent?" she hissed, her face inches from his. "You kidnapped me!" "I gave you a chance to see the truth," he countered. He released her wrist and stepped back, smoothing his shirt as if she were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "Wash your face. There are clothes in the closet. A woman will be here in an hour. We are having dinner." "And if I refuse?" Romeo paused at the door, a small, chilling smile playing on his lips. "Then I will let the man who broke your door down come and get you. He isn't nearly as 'decent' as I am."

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

And when he discovers the stories she’s written—the ones dripping with sin, danger, and men like him—his amusement shifts into something far more wicked. She should be terrified. She should be plotting her escape. But every rough whisper, every possessive touch, only drags her deeper into his world. Into his control. What happens when the writer becomes the captive in her own story?

Maybe I needed to pull out her nose. I had a great chance to break it to her that my ass was in trouble. A deadly Mafia king whose face was unknown held me captive. But the idiot was busy fantasizing about Matteo. I was worried about her future husband. If he was gonna be ugly, then he would have a problem. Carina always drooled over a handsome man with fit physiques. When she sees one, she sees the main character of her novels, and Matteo happens to be a victim.

Not a captive. Yet, even as the mantra echoed in my mind, the memory of Dante’s hands gripping my waist, the dark intensity of his obsidian gaze, and the traitorous way my body had melted under his kiss mocked my defiance. I wasn't just trapped by his contracts; I was slowly, terrifyingly beginning to crave the safety of his cage. A sharp, muted chime echoed from the main foyer intercom, breaking my spiraling thoughts. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Footsteps slow, heavy, and deliberate approached the master suite before a firm knock rapped twice against the open door frame.

He tilted his head slightly studying me like I was something amusing. "You are braver than I expected " he murmured. Before I could react the lights upstairs flickered too then the entire mansion went dark. Complete darkness. A sharp gasp escaped my lips. In that moment of blindness I felt it. A hand gripping my wrist, strong and firm. I tried to scream. Another hand covered my mouth instantly. "Quiet " the voice whispered near my ear. ". This will end badly." Tears filled my eyes as panic took over. Far outside I heard the faint sound of a car approaching the gates.

"You already met with Dante in secret. Already let him touch you. Already smiled at him like I was nothing. Why should I believe you didn't take this next step?" "Because I'm telling you the truth. Because despite everything you've done to me, despite kidnapping me and forcing me into this marriage and watching me for fifteen years like some kind of obsessed stalker, I haven't actually betrayed you." Isabella laughed. "Oh, this is precious. She's trying to make herself the victim." "I am the victim!" I shouted. "You destroyed my room. You left a dead bird on my pillow. You orchestrated the meeting with Dante. And now you've drugged me and framed me for stealing documents. Everything that's h

And then they both walked out too, leaving me on my knees with tears burning the back of my eyes and shame engulfing me whole in its blazing flames as Oliver’s come dried on my breasts and ruled my taste buds. . . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other completed books? Read CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. Bride To Be. And check out: TWISTED MARRIAGE- A Dark MMf Mafia Romance!!

I whimpered at his touch, and he dragged his canines along the sensitive flesh on my neck where it joined with my shoulder. More, more, more, I wanted to beg him pitifully. I'd never been touched like this, never wanted this way. None of the boyfriends I'd ever had before had been so passionate. I shouldn't be letting my captor hold me this way, shouldn't be panting over him or biting my lip to stop from calling out his name. I shouldn't let him touch me at all, but this was the only thing I'd wanted all of my life. We fit together like puzzle pieces, and he played me like an instrument.