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But God, the temptation was constant and brutal. I hated how my cock hardened instantly every time she bent over in those short designer dresses, the hem riding up to reveal the curve where her ass met her thighs. I hated the way her expensive perfume lingered in the hallway long after she had passed, wrapping around me like a tease. I hated lying in bed at night, jerking off furiously in the shower while imagining bending her over the marble kitchen island and ruining the perfect little gold-digger she pretended to be. I hated myself for wanting her at all.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

Inside the box, there were several letters, bound together by a leather strap. Liam and Penelope sat in silence as they sifted through the stack of letters, their eyes scanning each page for any relevant information. The tension in the room was palpable as if the weight of the world rested on their shoulders. As Liam read through one of the letters, he furrowed his brow in concentration. It was from his great-great-grand uncle, and it contained a secret that had been kept hidden for generations. "He was cheating on his werewolf girlfriend," Liam muttered under his breath. "And that's not all. He was also plotting ways to destroy the werewolves because he believed they were not meant to exist

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

Talk about a plot twist straight out of a trashy romance novel. Part of me wanted to be pissed at him, to curse his name and punch a hole through my wall. But deep down, I knew I couldn't blame him entirely. Who was I kidding? I was practically begging for it, chasing after him like some lovesick puppy even when he warned me to stay the hell away. And let's not forget the mind-blowing pleasure he gave me. Goddamn, the things he could do with just his hands and his mouth... It's like he knew exactly how to push all the right buttons to drive me crazy with desire.

------------------------------------------ TRIGGER WARNING This book contains scenes of torture, raw erotic content, and SUBTLE references to pedophilia (Chapter 1). This is not your typical romance novel. It dives deep into themes of WAR, LUST, DARK OBSESSIONS, EXPLICIT S3X SCENES AND GRUESOME MURDERS. This book is slow paced. It is a slow burn. If you’re here solely for the steamy scenes, then you're gonna have to wait till chapter 25.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.