Romans & histoires Romantic Thriller

They had passed the level where they would knock before entering each other's rooms; one step closer. "What are you doing?" He took a seat on the bed beside her and eyed a novel in her hand. "Reading a thriller novel." "Is it intriguing?" her eyes hadn't left the novel ever since he had entered that's what made him think what she was reading was great. "A lot. I haven't read anything like this before. This is my second time reading it." "Means I need to read it too to know what's so great that it has kept my wife hooked. And would probably do the same in real life."

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

“I want you as MINE in every possible way.” Staring into his magnetic eyes, I finally understood every step back, every time he pulled away just before he crossed the line. Because as he spoke, he didn’t sound like he was asking, or suggesting. He sounded like he already owned me and was only informing me. His words swept over me like chilling breeze, dark and velvety. I shivered with dread and delight. While I understood how dangerous playing with a man like Marco Vitale could turn out, I couldn't bring myself to not ‘want him’ so strongly.

But even the sincerity in her expression seemed to leave him unfazed and she was slowly losing her footing. Even then, she still tried. "Mr. D'Angelo, as long as you accept my proposal, I promise that I'll do whatever you want." At her words, Jasper raised a brow. "Anything, miss Romano?" She nodded enthusiastically, His gaze lingered on her face again. He was studying her more closely now, like he was confirming something only he understood. "And if my ultimatum was for you to be my Mistress?" he asked without missing a beat, but he might have as well punched her in the gut,

⚠️🔞 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

CHAPTER 26: YOUR BEAUTIFUL, KIM KIMBERLY: “You're beautiful, Kim,” Damien whispered as he nibbled my earlobe with his tongue. By the time his lips found mine again, I was trembling. The second movie still played softly in the background—365 Days, a bold, sensual film about a mafia boss who gives a woman a year to fall in love with him. The movie has intense seduction, power play, and raw chemistry. I had chosen it as a second option after Damien complained that Perfect Strangers, the first movie I had chosen, didn't give him what he wanted.

High heat, raw passion, graphic intimacy. Power Struggles & Dark Romance – Forced marriage, enemies-to-lovers, emotional warfare, and psychological games. Possessive Male Leads – Alpha billionaire energy, dominance, and territorial obsession. Mafia Themes & Violence – Blood, vengeance, and brutal consequences. Emotionally Intense Content – Rebellion, betrayal, fear, longing, and morally questionable choices. Trigger Elements – Gun violence, physical intimidation, verbal threats, control dynamics, and sexual dominance (always consensual). This is not a soft romance. It’s fire, fury, and desire. Read at your own risk—and pleasure.

Instead of focusing on the strange feeling blooming inside me, I forced myself to look around the place again, noticing that although the building seemed rather quiet and somewhat deserted at this hour, it was not the frightening kind of empty. A few people were still moving around, most of them appearing to be workers rather than residents. We walked through an automatic sliding door that led us into a spacious lobby designed with a minimalist style, where soft lighting reflected against polished floors and modern furniture that looked both simple and expensive. Since I had never been here before, I found myself unconsciously following Vincenzo’s every step while his hand remained firmly wr