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**** The two lovers lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking as they tried to catch their breath. Kil's mind was at rest, but the same can't be said for Laty, who was beating himself for allowing his mate to mark him. But the deed had already been done. He was now mated to a bloodsucker. He got a mate from the species he vowed to eradicate. THE END

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“Yes. It’s her. It’s been her this whole time. I didn’t know at first, but then I saw her at Velvet, and—” “And you didn’t tell us?” Riley cut in. “You’ve been sexting with her? And now you’re… what? Emotionally invested? Fucking with her?” “Damn.” Alex whistled. “That’s a whole trope. Professor-student forbidden romance with BDSM? I read fanfic that starts like this.” “Alex…” I groaned. “I’m just saying,” he added, grinning. “This is my favorite genre.” Riley still looked like she wanted to throw something. “She’s like a decade older than you, Matthew.”

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.

I lifted my hands to his chest, pressed against the warmth of him, and whispered, “I love you, Ethan. I’ve always—” He quieted me with his lips. A slow, sensual kiss that was full of morning, full of sunlight, full of home. The way he kissed me now wasn’t rushed or needy. It was almost...sacred. The kind of kiss that seeps into your very soul and stays there. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing against him as if I could never get close enough. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered between kisses. “Of you in my arms like this. No walls. No fear. Just us.”

“Well, I did create a million fantasies with you when I was like fourteen or fifteen.” “Sexual fantasies?” “Nah, I was too young to think about that. More like love and romance fantasies.” “How do you mean?” “Like I have always wanted to get married to a Mafia leader and I know that they are propellers of dark romance and I am soooo into dark romance.” The more she spoke, that more attractive she became to me and she was just so admirable. “I love when you talk.” She held her hand to her mouth, blushing hard.

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.