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he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

But I do love Dark more, maybe it is because I can actually feel his love and always have. Dark snaps his tail in the air three times, and grabs me in his arms, with my legs around his body, and while standing and kissing me passionately, he penetrates my pussy with his tail. I bite his lips and make him throb my pussy even deeper with his thick tail. He asks me to bite him harder until he bleeds. I do it and then he does the same. We both bleed and kiss, feeling the taste of our blood, blending it in each other's mouths.

“I hate you.” His lips brush my ear, lips upturned. “Say it like you mean it.” My head turns, our lips just heartbeats away. “I. Hate. You.” Fingers tangle in my hair, forcing my head up. Before I can protest, his lips conquer mine. I freeze, pinned between his powerful body and the wall. His lips are hot against mine and he tastes of smoke and whiskey. There’s nothing soft about his kiss, his lips devouring mine with hunger—a hatred—I’ve never experienced before.

| Dark Stalker Romance 17+ | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: A Stalker's Truth Brixton pov, 35 While waiting for Harley to get home from work, I lounge on the couch with my hand in my pants, my eyes shut, and images of my little bird dancing around in my mind. I can feel my lips curling into a smirk as I fall deeper into the abyss of Harley, allowing the strong current to sweep me into the darkness where our love began. It was an instant thing, for me anyway, not so much for her since she had no idea that I was fucking watching her. It was love at first fucking sight, and I couldn’t help but find her wherever she went. I was hooked on her from that very first day

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Needing her to know how special this moment was to me. Needing her to know how important she was to me. “I love you, Jasmine Cassidy,” I whispered. “I love you too, Adrian Romano,” she moaned, kissing me back. “But you don’t have to take it slow. I want it. I want it all.” That was the only confirmation I needed. The only confirmation I needed to pick up speed. To fuck her rough. Hard. Nasty. Fast. With everything inside of me. Flipping her around, letting her take every inch of me inside her beautiful, perfect fucking ass.

His being this near her affected her in ways she couldn't explain, worst this time around than ever before. This time around, her body wanted to be touched, and it had to be touched. "Well?" Her dark eyes watched as his lips etched upwards, baring a wicked grin on his lips. "Not-" Her reply was cut short as Michael slammed his lips against hers. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, tasting her hungrily as they devoured hers. When they trailed down where he marked her, she felt a wave of pleasure wash through her, and the fire began to cool down. "I don't think this is a good idea or timing." She whispered, brushing her fingers through his hair and pulling them slightly as a pleasure released

Soft arms wrap around my waist and I turn with the grin stuck permanently to my face to Virginia; the smile disappears as her lips slip onto mine, her arms still clinging onto my waist, holding me close to her. I find myself losing myself in the passion, my hands tangling themselves in my mate’s silky hair, cupping her face while tangling my tongue in the heaven that is her mouth. The mouth-watering flavour of strawberries and classic Victoria sponge sparks on my tongue buds, filling me with an addiction I know I could never quit. I vaguely hear a wolf whistle and someone joking to get a room but I just don’t care; my mate is in my arms and I can’t let her go. I’m stuck, I’m glued and I woul

More than anything, I craved the taste of his blood on my lips and in my mouth. I pulled up the stairs, careful not to make any disturbances. I got to the door, then I heard him and another. I pulled my ears closer to the door to hear what was going on in there. “Yes, Derek,” said the voice in the room with Derek, moaning. “Tell me I'm better than that whore you called your wife.” “You're far better than that thing my love,” Derek replied, his breath ragged from the action both were undergoing. “How long I've waited to finally come open with you. To fuck you on this bed.”

“I heard he doesn’t date. Ever. He’s like one of those mysterious types who never stays with anyone longer than a few weeks.” Chloe leaned closer, lowering her voice. “And people say he’s got this… darkness about him. Is that true?” Charlotte met her gaze and hesitated again. Her thoughts flashed back to the night before… the feel of his hand against her back, the depth in his eyes when he looks at her. That mix of power, vulnerability and dominance. “He’s complicated,” she finally said. “But he’s not bad” Karina rolled her eyes, smirking. “Oh no. That’s exactly what girls say before they fall headfirst into trouble.”