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“Side by side. Look up at me.” Jessica and Claire lay down on the carpet, their bodies flushed, marked, and shining with sweat. Their breasts heaved as they breathed heavily, legs slightly spread, eyes locked on him with lust-drunk submission. Riven stood tall above them, stroking his thick cock with firm, fast strokes. He towered over their naked bodies, the city lights from the windows casting dramatic shadows across the scene. “Well we'll well, Claire...I guess you were on to something... This could have saved our marriage....but you both belong to me tonight,” he growled, his hand pumping faster. “My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.”

* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy. I’m so turned on I can barely stand. My thighs are slippery. My clit is throbbing. I’m seconds away from excusing myself to the bathroom just so I can rub one out. Mia grins and grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink before you melt. You look like you need one.” As she pulls me toward the bar, I feel Damien’s heavy gaze on my body fighting for control. This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust.

“You have been incredibly distant and distracted lately, Sophia. Talk to me.” Damien stepped up directly behind me, his large hands sliding over my shoulders as he leaned down to press a hot, lingering kiss into the side of my neck. “We need you closer than ever tonight, beautiful. We need to feel connected to you again.” They lifted me up and took me straight to the master bedroom. This time, the lovemaking in the dark room was heavily mixed with their deep, unspoken fear of losing me and their burning, possessive jealousy.

A mess. My cock’s finally getting what it’s been crying out for—grinding against his rock-hard abs as we move together like animals in heat. It's filthy. It’s desperate. It’s somehow still romantic. Burns so good, I might actually cry about it later. Do I feel loved? Absolutely. More than loved. Vital. Do I love him? There’s more to it than that. I choose him.

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."

The kiss was possessive, claiming, and it made Claire’s clit throb anew despite how sensitive she felt. “You taste so sweet when you come,” Lena murmured against her mouth. “But I want more. I want to feel you against me.” She stood briefly, removing her black bra and panties with fluid grace. Her body was stunning — full breasts with dark, tight nipples, a toned stomach, and strong thighs framing her own glistening pussy. Claire stared openly, mesmerized by how confident and unapologetically sexual Lena was. Lena climbed back onto the chaise and gently turned Claire onto her side. She lay down facing her, one leg sliding between Claire’s thighs until their pussies were pressed together in a

This was the first time I saw Anthony this way and I could not help but see what more he would do to me if I triggered his desire. I sighed wistfully and searched through my luggage for a dress. I chuckled when I came across a section where my best friend, Gina had put the clothes she deemed as ‘sexy killer’. I picked up something red and lifted it. I gasped at how pretty it looked. It was a short, thin strapped dress with a low back. It would look perfect on me, and I knew it would make Anthony drool. “Let’s see how my dear husband reacts to this.” ++++

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.