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No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

But then the sunlight dimmed, shadows creeping across the field like ink spilled on canvas. Her face blurred, the edges melting into darkness. A sharp, searing pain tore through my chest as I saw the bright red stain spread across her white dress, blood blooming like a cruel flower. "No! Valentina!" I screamed, my voice breaking, tears burning my eyes. "Please don't leave me! You promised!" Her smile was the last thing I saw before she vanished, swallowed by shadows. --- I jolted awake, heart pounding wildly, sweat plastering my hair to my forehead. The cool night air kissed my damp skin as I tried to steady my ragged breathing. My room was cloaked in darkness, moonlight slipping through the

He's masterful at playing psychological games, always leaving me confused and off-balance. He reaches out with his large hand and runs his fingers through a section of my hair. The touch is surprisingly gentle, but it terrifies me more than any violent gesture could have. I feel as if all the oxygen is being sucked out of the room, and yet I don't dare move away. I can't. The tears I've been holding back begin streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. "Your tears are so beautiful, exactly as I remembered them," he says in that dangerously low voice.

I was torn between the horror of what had happened to her and the undeniable attraction I felt. It was a dangerous game, one that danced on the edge of sanity. As I leaned back in the chair, a soft breeze whispered through the room, carrying with it a familiar scent—her scent. It was intoxicating, floral with an undertone of decay, reminding me of both beauty and death. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be swept away by the memories of our encounters, the way her fingers had grazed my skin, the electric thrill that coursed through me. “Help me,” her voice cooed softly in the back of my mind, each word laced with longing and desperation. “Set me free.”

My thIghs pressed together, the ache between them pulsing, wet, demanding. His hand moved In slow circles, warm, coaxing. My lips parted. A soft moan escaped before I could hold it back. I leaned into it, almost whispering hIs name—though I never dared sayIit aloud. The man I wanted wasn’t the man I was marrIed to. ThIs fantasy, thIs hunger, was the only part of me Matteo hadn’t crushed. Here, In my Imagination, I could feel alive. “Ma Liane…”

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

“If love blooms by the end of the contract and once he knots you, you’re stuck there, impaled on him while he fills you over and over. There's no pulling away, no safe word. Just you and a royal lycan beast who needs to breed.” The image flooded my mind. I imagined Victor’s gentle hazel eyes turning feral. His strong body pinning me down. That knot swelling inside me until I felt like I would break. My scar pulsed faintly under my habit, as if remembering every time I had been marked by something supernatural.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics