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I flinched. But even as I wanted to argue, Theo’s face—the tight jaw, the way his fists trembled—came back sharper than any words I could form. “I…” My throat locked. Damien’s smirk curved. “Exactly.” His hand tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “Stop torturing yourself with fantasies of knights. They’ll never survive in the dark. But I…” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “I am the dark. And I’ll make sure no one can take you from me.”

He asked, gently sliding the linen on my skin and I shuddered in pleasure. “I do.” “Give me a safe word.” He said, covering my sight with the black linen until all I could see was black mixed with red from the lights. “Vanilla,” I responded as his fingers caressed my neck and then made their way to my lips. Without hesitation, I took his index finger into my mouth, then his middle finger, and sucked on them as if my life depended on them. “Fuck.” Davin whispered in satisfaction. “Why vanilla?” “That's my favorite scent,” I replied after he took his fingers out of my mouth and he hummed slightly in understanding.

"I'll get in so much fucking trouble. But you look so good right now. So fucking pretty for me. You walk into my office here, dressed in all pink and showing off these killer legs and those big rosy lips. You come in here, telling me your ex-husband—and he's your ex, baby girl, don't mistake that for one second because I'm fucking claiming you now—told everyone you get horny after drinking like it was a bad thing. Like he wasn't a good enough lover to keep you satisfied. And then you tell me you want me to check your fucking pussy for ghosts? What the hell was I supposed to do? Who wouldn't give in and take this pretty little pussy for themselves?" "I don't know," I gasped. "No one with any

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

But no. Red-haired grabs brunette’s neck and kisses her passionately, slow at first, and then it turns heated. Their moans fill my ears as they begin to caress their boobs. Brunette breaks the kiss eventually and I grab red-haired onto my lap and that’s when I see her. The girl from earlier. And suddenly, my worries and anger are forgotten. My cock goes from half hard to rock hard when those green eyes meet mine. I’d recognize those eyes anywhere—after the night I saw how soulless they can be while he was skillfully ending a person’s life.

I stretch in bed and roll onto my side, reaching for the book I left on my nightstand last night. It’s a romance novel. One of those dramatic ones with glossy covers and unrealistic men. The story is about a woman in her forties who falls in love with a billionaire ten years younger than her. The plot is ridiculous, but I like it anyway. The woman has been divorced, cheated on, and overlooked, and now suddenly she’s being adored by someone who wants her for exactly who she is. I like that for her. She has suffered enough. I sit up against my pillows and read for a while, flipping pages slowly, letting time pass without watching it. Outside, I hear a car horn and someone laughing. My phone bu

I wanted to see the look on his face when he walked in, when he saw his wife, naked and waiting in his bed, all wet and ready for him. Why isn’t he even touching me? I muttered to the empty room, the question was a familiar ache. I yanked the pillow from under my head, burying my face in it. It wasn’t like I wasn’t beautiful. It wasn’t like I wasn’t sexy. I knew I was. A small, bitter smile touched my lips as I remembered the time I’d caught Dominic stealing a glance at me by the pool, the way his gaze had lingered on my legs for a second too long before he’d cleared his throat and looked away. I remembered the way he’d stare at me across the dinner table, his dark eyes unreadable but intens

"I am not your babysitter! You are a grown woman! Nobody forced you to follow a forty-three-year-old mafia Don into a room and jump his bones!" "He dragged me in!" I fired back immediately. "And then you stayed!" Donald countered sharply. "I saw how tangled up you two were when I walked in! Don't blame me for your high libido!" "You're a horrible best friend!" I cried. "And you're an idiot with bad taste in men!" Donald threw it back at me. We glared at each other for five tense seconds, both of us panting for air, before the weight of everything crashed back down on me.

He doesn't look hesitant at all and which surprises no one. “Let's see who eats better," Lysa goads us with a grin. “A little healthy competition." I glance up at her and she winks. Clever little minx... She knows neither Sky not I will be able to pass up a shot at proving that each of us is the best at something especially when it comes to this. When our eyes meet, up close, I can see that burning intensity in his irises as a woven hazel. Mossy green, swirled up with the light bronze, holds me still for a second, until he breaks the contact to ease his mouth onto Lysa's pussy.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!