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Even if it ruins me. I open the book to the page marked with a black ribbon. The ink is faded, a dark reddish-brown that looks like dried blood. I begin to read the words out loud. My voice sounds small in the massive room, but the air starts to hum. The temperature drops until I can see my breath. The Living Shadow spell is short, but as I say the last line, the silence in the room snaps.

Before she could give me any stupid answer, I leaned down and kissed her hard, my mouth crushing against her luscious lips while she pushed at my chest at first to let her go. My tongue slid into her mouth to taste her anger which was mixed with a dark, dangerous need. And that was when her fingers twisted inti my shirt and drew me closer. She moaned into my mouth. When I pulled back we were both breathing fast like we had just finished with a marathon. “I'm going to fuck you so hard Elara that you would never even able to forget who exactly you belong to after I cum inside of you.” “Damien, I—” I cut her off by slamming my mouth onto hers and kissing her deeply. A moan slid out of her mouth

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.

‎ ‎Even as thoughts came rushing in her head, Elena could not deny the arousal she was feeling. ‎ ‎"I can smell your arousal. I can see the dark spot your wetness has made on your shorts. I can see the proof that you want me. It's all over your face and in your eyes. F*****g hell! Let me taste you, Elena". ‎ ‎With his last words, he dipped his head in-between her thighs and inhaled deeply through her shorts. ‎ ‎Elena just looked on, mesmerized. She knew she needed to stop him. This was wrong, this was very wrong. It needed to stop.

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

"Hi, I'm Dexter. I approached you ' coz I saw you walking and you're not partying so I guess that we could chitchat a little you know?" I gladly accept his offer because he look so nice and he’s handsome to just like Vin. If i can’t sleep with Vin then I’m sleeping with Dexter. Well it’s not bad to sleep with him because I can see that he has a big dick because of his tight short. Just thinking of it I’m already wet what more if we did it. I kissed him on the lips and tried to suck his bottom lip, but didn't succeed. He keeps his mouth shut tightly.

Those, compiled with the events of the evening made her want to crawl beneath the safety of her bed coverings. “Call me Brandon,” he said as he walked a little too close. She quickly stepped away and studied him. The moonlight cast an eerie glow to add to the mood of the evening. Shadows played with his dark hair and steel grey eyes, giving his handsome looks a sinister edge. “I will,” Tara said. She wasn’t sure if the shiver up her spine was from the excitement she felt whenever he was close or from the power the combination of the moonlight and the dark mood of the evening gave him.