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Damien cautioned her. She rolled her eyes. Then, her gaze flickered back to meet mine. "I am his “ex”,” she drawled, the emphasis on that one word mocking. I swallowed. “I am the one who helped him dig up the dirt on Victor from overseas. We shared beds, secrets, everything." She looked at Damien. "Remember that night in Paris when you fucked me so hard against the window, your cock so deep in me that I saw stars. You said I was yours."

“You won't be the first.” . . . [Hi there, Evermore here. Thanks for reading. Just wanted to let you know that this is a dark erotica MM romance, meaning that across these chapters there'll be gruesome stuff like abuse, stalking, degradation, power play, also murder and a bunch of other stuff. Yeah. So, if these aren't your cup of tea, you can kindly skip this book. Thanks for your time.]

She could do a lot of things. Instead, she picked up the embarrassing romance novel and walked to the window seat. --- The book was terrible. The dialogue was overwrought. The hero was impossibly handsome, and the heroine was impossibly naive, and the plot required a series of coincidences that would never happen in real life. Elara loved every page. She read until the morning light shifted to afternoon. She read until her eyes grew tired and her stomach reminded her that breakfast was a distant memory. She read until she stopped seeing Isabella's tight smiles and Viktor's watchful eyes every time she blinked.

But she was bleeding real, red blood. ​"She’s coming," the girl gasped, clutching Nora’s arm. "The Neighbor... she’s not 'Real' either. She’s the First Draft. And she’s hungry for the 'Ending' you stole." ​From across the hall, the door to Apartment 4B creaked open. A violet light began to spill out into the dingy hallway, and the smell of Oud and Vintage Champagne—the smell of the Billionaire Romance—began to drown out the scent of the London rain.

How could I have known, Steven didn't prepped me, and this was my first real interview ever. This day has gotten even worse. My eyes widened and kept flinching, what other worst thing would happen to me now. I had a purse with me, but in it were my phone and the pant I wore yesterday. I couldn't put it on as it still had the sperm of the guy I had a fun time with at the club. Oh my, the way he touched my body and drove me wild, I kept wishing for more. We kept at it till sunrise, right there in the club's restroom. It was the most freakish night of my life and it made me wanting more.

“Hmmm. Dress I’ve seen on earth.” Scarlet swallowed hard, her fingers nervously clutching the side of her gown. “You sound like a bad line from a cheap romance novel.” Grey smirked. “Then maybe I’ll rewrite it.” Mira was standing behind Scarlet, practically vibrating. “Holy fuck, this is so hot,” she whispered under her breath. Grey took a step closer, his eyes burning holes into Scarlet. Then, without asking, he extended his hand ... long fingers brushing against her arm, sending a spark up her skin. “Come on,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “What’s education without a little chaos?”

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Princess." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Jace... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

she whispered, though her body swayed toward me. “I disagree,” I replied, closing the gap between us. The moment our lips met, it was as though the dam broke. A kiss that was hungry and all-consuming. Her hands gripped my shirt, pulling me closer, and I pressed her against the counter, losing myself in her. Her scent, her taste, the softness of her lips...everything about her drove me insane. I lifted her onto the counter without breaking the kiss, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. The rain outside seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sound of our breathing and the rhythm of our hearts.