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His breath ghosted against my neck, warm and unrelenting, and I shivered despite myself. I hated the way my body betrayed me, the way I melted into his embrace even as my mind screamed at me to pull away. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his lips grazing my ear. “Are you afraid of me, Sabrina?” I wanted to say yes. I wanted to tell him that every fiber of my being screamed in terror whenever he touched me, whenever he looked at me with those piercing eyes that seemed to strip away every defense I had left.

The mix of romantic, obsessed and brutal, in his words, is honest. I let out a shaky breath, unsure if he needs a verbal answer, but once he crashes his lips on mine again, I know he's just as scared of the words that might leave my lips as I am. We're both scared of rejection, the possibility that whatever we built up in our bubble might pop and reveal the ugly truth of reality. Yet, as scared as I am, I know my heart and body ache for this man. The monster I've feared for months became the very man who is the source of every smile and happiness I feel.

Leaning down, I brush my lips over hers gently, smiling when she parts her lips, so fucking eager for everything she’s never had. I run my tongue along her bottom lip before giving it a soft suck. She whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck, enveloping me in the light floral scent she’s wearing. Her perfume is amazing, but that’s not what’s got me wound up so tight. It’s the faint scent that’s underneath it. I can smell her arousal, the scent of her wet pussy, and it’s triggering some caveman part of my brain that has me sliding my tongue between her parted lips while my hand runs up her inner thigh.

"This wench got plastic surgery to look like me and snuck into my boyfriend's villa, trying to get into his bed. I caught her in the act. We have to teach her a lesson! She even made a mess of the villa, painting all these flowers. Perhaps she was hoping my man would praise her art. But she'll be the one paying for the cleaning! Don't you know my man hates sunflowers? He even got angry once when I wore a sunflower hairpin. And you? You filled the whole yard with them!" Hearing this, the lackeys got excited, like they were on some kind of adrenaline rush, and started tearing the sunflowers apart. I went crazy, struggling to stop them. "No! Don't touch my flowers!" Darcy kicked me back to the

I was scared that he would kill me once I moved my eyes away from him. "How can you perceive my scent! It...." His voice stopped as I tripped on a rock and fell heavily on my buttocks, but I didn't stop moving away as I sprawled, glancing through for a quick exit. If I had known he was a vampire, I would have run away from him the moment I saw him. I don't know why I ever admired this devil in the first place. He must be here to do evil. Vampires are the cruelest and most despicable creatures ever, and he isn't different from them.

As the men stepped closer, they suddenly recoiled in fear, their eyes widening in terror. Celess watched in amazement as Steve's eyes glowed bright red, his fangs elongating as he let out a fierce growl. The men backed away, their fear palpable. And then, just as quickly as they had appeared, they turned and fled, disappearing into the darkness. Celess felt a sense of shock wash over her as she realized what had just happened. Steve was a vampire, just as she had suspected. But even as she felt a sense of fear wash over her, she also couldn't deny the intense attraction she felt towards him. There was something about his raw power, his animalistic nature, that made her heart race with excite

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.