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Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

His hoarse voice asked, shaking her core and making her gasp, her mouth became dry as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva in excitement. Her eyes narrowed soulfully as she whispered into the speaker, “What do you want to do to me, Mex…?” “Karina…” He growled in response, his voice thick with something dangerous, something unknown, something dark, but this didn't scare her but somehow made her inside twist in nervousness, her blood pump with excitement, and her pussy wet in the blooming desire she hadn't even realized herself. “Mex…” She whispered back, so soft and sweet, tickling the heart of Mex who was already wild in his imagination. Then she continued, “Tell me, I want to hear you, I want

His skin scorched mine. A small whimper escaped my lips, helpless and betraying. And tears pricked my eyes as I heard him growl in my ear, in that deep tone that curled my insides along with my toes— dark, gravelly, laced with sin, his words brushed against my ear and tore through every barrier I had built. “Hello, lioness…” ____ A. Gupta Check out my completed books, if you like dark romance. These anti heroes are way darker than Ryan Johnson:

My voice came out croaked, the air I took in felt like a burn in my chest. "La Rosa Nera was what Jacob named it, being Italian and all," he skipped a step. For some reasons he couldn't stay still. "Valentine and Isabel preferred it be called the normal way in English, The Black Rose." My face drained of all colours as I tried to comprehend what Ronald had just said and failed. My parent were part of the black rose? Pressing my lips into a thin line, I kept silent for him to continue. Ronald began talking, his voice taking on a wistful quality that made my skin crawl. He walked in slow circles around the room, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls. The temperature had dropped, or mayb

"Fighting me won't solve anything, Scorpion. Save your goddamn energy, I think we have a common enemy now." I grimaced, struggling to break free of his grasp. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Romano’s purple eyes hardened. "Fernando. He used me and discarded me like a piece of trash. And knowing what I know about him and his deadly sexual kinks, I can tell you that. He is torturing your beauty right now; you were a fool for willingly giving her to him," he remarked. "That pendejo is a beast in bed, he makes sure he inflicts pain on the lady, he is into that awful BDSM shit."

His fingers disappeared beneath the silk of her dress, and the second his skin grazed her damp heat, he let out a guttural growl. "Fuck, you’re soaking for me, baby." Rosa’s breath hitched, her spine arching as she leaned back on her palms. The friction was an exquisite torture. "Then what are you going to do about it?" her hooded eyes challenged him. Luciano let out a dark, low chuckle that vibrated through the table before his fingers drove into action, ruthless and precise. *

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

"Tell me you feel it. Tell me the 'Result' is exactly what you wanted. Tell me you want the monster more than the mother." The interaction was explicit, raw, and terrifyingly intense—a dark romance played out on the edge of a literal meltdown. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that forced her to acknowledge the depth of her own ruin. He was sadistic in his pacing, demanding her attention, her breath, and her soul while the monastery groaned around them.

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.