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At least the women there are clean and all tested and I am a member. I get to my car and retrieve my wallet from the dashboard and check if the card is there and it is. I smile and ignite the car. Velvet House is a fantasy world that gives most men what they do not get in their marriages. Here, one gets all types of sex depending on their preference. I am a hardcore dominant and I love my partners submissive and masochistic. I love dominating for a good fuck but once in a while, I can switch roles but that doesn't with whether I can get a good dominatrix.

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In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

he growls, low enough that only I can hear. Then his hand is on my wrist, dragging me away from the crowd, through a set of French doors, into the night. The gardens are a dream. Tall hedges line the paths, their leaves shiny because of the moonlight. Roses bloom in impossible colors in black ink, blue, and red like fresh-spilled blood. But it’s the sky that steals my breath. Stars are falling, streaking across the dark velvet like embers, their trails shimmering before dissolving into dust.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

Even so, the whole process feels like a battle, and I am already exhausted by the time I have the books in my hands. I still read romantic novels. There is something comforting about them, even if some of the stories hit a little too close to home. Some of the plots are eerily similar to my own life, while others are pure escapism—beautiful, heartwarming tales from start to finish. Sure, the characters face hardships and tribulations, but what always stands out to me is the love and trust between the couples. It is the kind of love that feels unshakable, the kind I used to dream about. Now, I am not so sure if that kind of love exists for me anymore.

Tonight I lay in the arms of the most powerful werewolf in the kingdom, his seed still inside me, his claim settling over my skin like a second heartbeat. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady breathing brushed against my neck, I found myself hoping — quietly, dangerously — that this new future might somehow be real.

that mouth would be hot against her neck, teeth grazing her skin while he worked her with those fingers, thick and relentless. “Joseph…” she whispered into the dark room, voice trembling. Her free hand pushed up her tank top, pinching a nipple as the fantasy intensified. She pictured him watching her, eyes dark with hunger, that commanding presence pinning her in place while he replaced her fingers with his cock—thick, hard, stretching her open until she couldn’t think of anything but him. Her hips rocked against her hand, chasing the building pleasure. The image of Joseph thrusting deep, growling her name, pushed her over. She came with a choked moan, thighs shaking, his name falling from h

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