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His groan is guttural, body shuddering against mine as he fills me. We stay locked together, panting. He presses soft kisses along my spine, then pulls out carefully. I collapse on the bed, boneless and thoroughly fucked. My body hums, every inch sore and satisfied. Damien climbs beside me and pulls me into his chest. He brushes damp hair from my face, then places a surprisingly gentle kiss on my forehead, lips lingering. His voice drops to that cold, possessive tone that sends a shiver through me. “No going back, Elena. You’re a Blackwood now.”

Tyrone held me painfully still while Damon kept pushing his thick member inch by inch into my asshole that was opening up for him. “That's it bitch” he hissed, grabbing my hips painfully and slamming to the base, at the same time Tyrone pushed his cock so hard it went down my throat. Then they began fucking me, “glob glob glob” was all my mouth could say while skin slapped against skin behind me. “Fuck she's insatiable” someone hissed. Tyrone grinded his waist in my face, letting out dark sounds. It was the sounds they were making that kept driving me over the edge, “fuckkkk” one of them cried out.

I had never reacted to Ethan like this—not even in the beginning. Damien noticed everything. His gaze dropped to where my thighs were subtly pressed together. “Tell me something,” he continued, his tone commanding, unhurried. “When Ethan fucks you at night, do you close your eyes and imagine someone else? Someone older? Someone who knows exactly how to take his time with a woman like you?” The crude question should have shocked me. Instead, it made my clit throb painfully. I pictured it—Damien’s heavy body pressing me down, his thick cock stretching me slowly, deliberately, while he whispered filthy things in my ear. My breathing grew shallow.

Suddenly door burst open and my eyes close on its own because of too much light. I open my eyes and I see the silhouette of a big man. He starts to come towards me and smell of alcohol and cigarettes makes me gag. I try to back away in fear but there is no where I can go because my back is already against the wall. Hi is scary and has long hair. “What a beauty. It will surely be good to have a taste of your pussy. Pregnant pussies are most delicious and addicting.” He licks his lips while saying. After hearing him I am more afraid of what is going to happen to me.

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

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It was endless. Centuries of conquest. Of bodies broken and remade in ecstasy and agony. Of victims who begged, screamed, and came until they shattered. She felt claws raking down her back, a cock thicker than any human’s stretching her open while wings beat above her. She tasted blood and brimstone and raw, demonic lust. Elara’s back arched violently off the bed. Her fingers froze on her clit as an orgasm unlike any other tore through her—deeper, darker, possessive. It felt like being fucked by the night itself.

But I crave more darkness. The following nights dissolve into a symphony of sin. Nathan introduces me to his world fully—collars, clamps, roleplay where I'm his obedient pet, crawling for him, begging for release. Each session pushes boundaries, but his aftercare is loving—baths, massages, whispers of "I love you, Rose. Always have." It's romantic in its darkness; he owns me, but I own his heart. On the last night before our parents return, he sets up a scene in the basement—dim lights, a St. Andrew's cross against the wall. I'm naked, collared, wrists and ankles strapped to the X-shaped frame.