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Yes, I was a hate filled bastard that yearned to make everyone around me hateful as well. I would make their lives hell. I knew what they were the moment they made mention of needing blood, Scarvyns, blood sucking witches. I was repulsed to say the least. But these goons obviously did not care about what they even were. “Fuck yeah!” Silas said with a crazed smirk on his face. “I always thought you both were smoking hot but now,” he leaned down to toy with a strand of Dahlia’s hair, “as girls, you're even better… I'm taking the first round,” he declared.

“But we both know what you really are. "Strip for me, Rachel. Right here. I want you bare, helpless, right in front of everyone.” He leaned in even closer, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, “I want to make you mine again, to have you in front of all these people, in front of your bleeding son… so they all know you’ll always be mine.” Damian stepped forward, his face dark with fury. “You’re sick, Victor. You're a fucking psychopath” he spat, his voice shaking with barely-contained rage. “Get your hands off her.”

tweeted Sumico, also taking her slight pity on Janice Valeria and Windrich Cannon. “Yes, you’re right... The demons from West Medicine Land seldom know about mercy, forgiveness, kinship, and nay friendship, Sumi Darling. Since they’ve failed in fulfilling their mission to slay all the six of us, it’s them who’ll be slain right now. Had Janice Valeria not taken the wrong choice by carrying on attacking and attacking us, perhaps she’d still be living within her love happiness as well as exhilaration together with that demon of hers from West Medicine Land.” Virando seized his gentle beautiful princess into his sweet, warm, as well as cozy hug.

“What?” “Nothing it’s just—” I shook my head, still smiling. “My whole life every Dacian elder, Direwolf, every single one of them said the same thing about the Frostfangs.” I turned to look at her properly. “Blood thirsty. Wicked. Cold hearted, zero feelings. Only live to corrupt and collect and cause damage.” Zorah raised her brows. “And?” “And—” I gestured vaguely at her, at the empty glass, at the two of us standing on a balcony in the middle of the night. “I think that’s very true.” I nodded seriously. “No really. Everything I expected and worse.”

She looked down at Damian, her fingers tightening in Lucian’s dark hair. "Take me, Damian," Valerie purred softly, her velvety voice rich with liquid surrender. "I am completely yours." Damian let out a low, primal growl from the back of his throat. He leaned forward, his mouth pressing against the inner curve of her left thigh, his warm lips and light stubble dragging trailing fires across her sensitive skin. Valerie arched her back off the crimson silk sheets with a soft, melodic gasp, her fingers digging into Lucian’s broad shoulders as Damian brought his mouth higher, claiming the sensitive flesh at the apex of her thighs.

His pale hand now darkens and he felt his hand froze, literally from the inside and there was a small smile coming from her. “Not husband, murderer. He is a murderer.” Dante try to act strong but the pain was pretty unbearable. “Alright, alright. If you say so.” Vaisya release her grip and Dante’s hand returns to normal. He rubbed that hand and stare at her, “What happened to you?” “You don’t have to worry about that. I have an offer for you.” “And what is that?” “The extinction of Svitoslavich pack. Probably the whole wolves pack if that is what you want.” Every vampire in the bar stands from their seats and moves closer to her. When Vaisya turns around with a smile, they all stop and beca

I whispered, my voice laced with venom. Julian stopped half an inch from my toes, towering over me in the dim light, his presence casting a heavy, suffocating shadow over my body. He reached out, his long, calloused fingers catching the hem of my ruined, blood-stained silk shirt, pulling the fabric taut. "Good," he whispered, leaning down until his lips hovered bare millimeters above mine, his hot breath fanning across my skin. "Because the door stays locked from the outside. Wash the blood off your skin, Evelyn. The bed is waiting."

When he got to my pussy, he didn’t pause. He touched me like I was his to fix. His fingers stroked me with oil, soft and sinful. I moaned. Loud. Val chuckled. “Sounds like she’s not as broken as we thought.” Vittorio shot him a look. “Out.” “Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re going to wreck me.” Vittorio smiled darkly. “Not yet.” Val handed him more oil with a smirk. She’s purring. Should I bring the collar next?”

My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality. It was a book I’d seen raved about online. Reviews called it brilliant, seductive, thrilling. So when I asked Dante to have someone pick it up for me, I hadn’t expected… this. I had no idea I was requesting something so vividly erotic, so brazenly explicit.

“Last time I saw you, you were still in college with that rebellious streak. Now? You look like trouble wrapped in sin. That dress… fuck. It’s doing things to me.” Lila’s breath hitched. She felt Victor’s stare burning into her from across the room. Part of her knew she should shift away, play it safe. But the memory of Sophia draping herself all over Victor at dinner still stung. She wanted him jealous. She wanted him *feral*. She smiled at Damien, letting her fingers brush his as she took the glass. “You’re not so bad yourself. Victor never mentioned how charming his partner was.”