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This time, the lovemaking in the dark room was heavily mixed with their deep, unspoken fear of losing me and their burning, possessive jealousy. They undressed my body with a slow, desperate patience. Alexander captured my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss while Damien dropped down, kissing a trail of fire down my stomach and thighs. They spent a very long time touching every single inch of my skin, licking me and making me feel completely surrounded by their large bodies.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

I muttered annoyed, while I spread my legs like a man. “Do you know what I'll do when you feel better?” I had some ideas in mind, but I didn't want to say it out loud. “I'll make you mine.” Now he bites his bottom lip while my blood starts to boil. "I'm not doing it now because I'm not a damn sick person, but I tell you one thing, Miss Jefferson, you will be mine." He threatens me while I feel my body throbbing hard. His body language was so abrupt and so real, that immediately my mind began to fill with dirty thoughts.

Even the way he looked at me. The storm outside grew louder while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck. “You drive me insane,” he muttered roughly against my skin. My fingers tightened against his shoulders. The truth was… He drove me insane too. Days passed like that. Lazy mornings in bed. Late-night conversations. Stolen kisses in the kitchen. Slow dancing in the living room while rain poured outside. Some moments were soft and emotional. Others burned with dangerous tension. But every second with Sebastian felt intense. Like we were both trying to hold onto something we knew couldn’t last forever.

“Oh, Your Majesty… you’re so big… fuck—” I froze, cheeks burning. The erotic novels I secretly read had never prepared me for this. The raw, unrestrained sounds made something low in my belly tighten. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden slick heat between them. I didn’t dare knock. Instead, I stood there, heart hammering, imagining what was happening on the other side of that door. The moans peaked, then abruptly stopped. I stared at the vial in my hands and forced myself to knock twice.

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

Which could only mean one thing. She was staying with Moreau. The thought ignited a bitterness I hated admitting was still there. Questions churned endlessly through my mind. Had she been lying to me all along? Did she love him? And the question that cut deeper than all the rest— Had he experienced her in that way? Nova had never been openly affectionate; at least not sexually. She’d always seemed distant, reserved, boring. It was one of the many reasons I’d drifted toward Tanya. Tanya was confident, assertive, fun…everything Nova wasn’t sexually.

I was losing my mind, caught in the game of chasing the high. “Romance? Fantasy?” “Oh God!” I moaned, not caring if anyone could hear us. Rylan was speaking of books, right? How the fuck was he making it sound that dirty? “Or is it thriller?” His grip tightened on my hips promising to bruise the area. “You like thrillers? Fear stimulates you, huh? The continued anticipation of what’ll happen any moment, you enjoy that, Love?” If i wasn’t running after my orgasm, I would’ve been embarrassed to admit to what he said. There in fact was a thrill, a fucking excitement coursing through my veins at the prospect of being caught like this, with Rylan deep inside me.

She asked and quickly added, "Wait, wait, let me guess." "Okay?" "Thriller and mystery novels?" She asked, hoping that she got it since that was the genre most guys loved to read. "Or maybe fantasy novels," she added. "None of the above," he said and chuckled. "I read pure romance and romance only." "What the…" Autumn was surprised to hear that. She never imagined that someone like him would love romance novels. "Yup. Romance novels that have slutty scenes." He added. The realization then hit Autumn. It wasn't romance he loved, it was sex and slutty stuff he loved. "Pervert," she muttered, making him chuckle.

»»————————«« Author's note: This novel explores dark romance themes and contains intense content. It includes scenes involving sexual violence and abuse. If these subjects are triggers for you, please be aware that this book may not be suitable. While I've taken care to respect the characters' boundaries, your own sensitivities are paramount. Please consider this before delving into the story. Your well-being is important. Marco Costello isn't your typical hero, and this love story isn't always smooth sailing. If you're all about safe, good-guy heroes in your romances, this might not be your cup of tea.