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Something woody and dark, with an edge of smoke. The waiter appeared, and Jamie ordered a scotch without looking at the menu. Aiden got wine. I asked for water, my throat suddenly too dry for anything else. "So," Jamie said, leaning back in his seat, eyes fixed on me. "What do you do, Lilith?" "I'm finishing my degree in psychology," I said. "And I work part-time at a youth center downtown." "Psychology." He said it like he was testing the word. "Planning to open a practice?"

It was as if the books whispered: “You are still you, Alina. Even here. Even now.” The words intertwined with my thoughts. I couldn’t stop the image of him — Dante — from surfacing in my mind. The way he looked at me. The intensity of his eyes. The heat his body radiated even when he didn’t touch me. It was wrong. Toxic. And yet, it was there, lodged inside me. I closed the book firmly. I couldn’t lose myself in that. I couldn’t let this gilded cage and that enigmatic man entrap me. I needed to hold on to my sanity, my identity. And maybe, just maybe, these books were my silent weapon.

People whose girlfriends don’t have homicidal fathers currently enjoying the perks of being at large. I smile anyway. Because that’s what I do. A woman wanders toward the romance section, and I perk up instantly, slapping on my brightest grin like it’s a designer jacket. “Good morning!” I chirp. “Looking for something spicy, slow-burn, or emotionally devastating?” She blinks. “Uh—” “Dealer’s choice,” I add. “I support chaos.” Luca clears his throat. Loudly. The woman laughs nervously and scurries off.

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with. A. Gupta

• Psychological Play & Obsession – Not your average romance; this love is dangerous, addictive, and consuming. If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please exit now. This book was written for dark-minded adult readers who embrace forbidden fantasies and an unfiltered, primal imagination. You have been warned. Now, step inside… if you dare. THE DEVIL’S VISIT BOOK 1 Intro; Zoey is a simple housewife whose husband is never home, leaving her lonely, touch starved, and constantly craving the attention he no longer gives her. The silence inside their marriage slowly becomes an illness one that keeps her awake at night with dangerous thoughts and secret desires she’s too ashamed to admit out

he said, his eyes glittering, seemingly amused by the arrangement. “What the hell are you…?” I snapped out of the reverie, his threats prompting me, and I pushed off his hands, attempting to hit his chest. He caught my hand and drew me towards him, our bodies now touching, and I stared at him as if he was the devil himself and I was in hell. “If you think threatening–” I started, now angry but fully aware of how my body longed for his with intense passion. “And who says I am threatening you, Princesa?” he moved his mouth to my ear, almost causing me to moan, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how he was affecting me.

"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.

The kiss deepened, and my mind was spinning—flooded with a mixture of fear and a strange, twisted longing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. But every part of me wanted more. The darkness he offered was intoxicating, like drowning in a pool of gasoline and fire. I knew it would burn me, I knew it would destroy me, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling deeper into it. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me, his gaze dark and triumphant. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, this time his voice low and full of a kind of madness. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze