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I quickly opened it and to my surprise, it was a text with three photos attached to it. My curiosity was piqued when I saw the caption, "Hello lover girl!" The text read, making me wonder who it could be or what the photos entail, And as I waited patiently for the photos to d******d my mind raced with a lot of thoughts, carrying placards of worry along. The photos downloaded and my hands moved like a flash even as I tapped on it. My eyes popped open immediately I saw who it was, making my heart skip a beat as the weight of the message dawned on me.

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

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His hands lowered to her ass and squeezed, bringing her tightly against him. "Let's go." He murmured. "Before I lose control and take you right here." She giggled as he slipped an arm around her waist and led her away. ... Hello readers Another chapter coming up. PS: I have released a new book, a werewolf romance. If you love enemies to lovers trope, where the male lead and female lead hate each other but can't deny the attraction between them, then that book is for you. Title:Barbarian: Mated To The Savage Alpha.

Still clinging to the illusion that life was black and white, that desire could be filed away like paper in a drawer. Back in New Orleans, I was the girl people barely noticed. A bookworm with oversized glasses, more familiar with fictional romances than real ones. I hadn’t even kissed anyone properly, let alone... anything more. I thought sex was messy, uncomfortable, something to avoid. The thought of giving myself to someone... I mean, letting a guy inside me used to make my stomach twist, but not in a good way. And then I met Damian Holt. He was magnetic. Impossible to look away from. Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark blue eyes that could burn straight through your soul. One glance

“Yeah, you did. Guess I owe you that victory lap.” He smirked and I knew exactly what he was thinking because his eyes were trailing up my body. And if Ryan does that, I knows just what he wants and... “Stop thinking babe. I know you know what I want as repayment.” He winked. “Ewwww, Dude, stop eye fucking him!” Champ screamed from across us. “Shut the fuck up!” I screamed too, because I can't watch him scream at my boyfriend like that. You get it. Right?

My baby, My Bells, My lover, Mine and forever. FUCKING MINE! THE END. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS STEAMY BOOK TILL THE END AND NOW, TADA! A few chapters will delve into Sally and Colby's sizzling relationship with unmissable heat. You wouldn't want to miss out on this new sibling step romance. I mean, who could resist the allure of a bad boy football player with messy jet black hair, piercing dark eyes plus a pierced cock, and sculpted muscles? Certainly not our secretive Sally though.

Yeneffer When I watched those two kiss so passionately in front of me, my blood began to boil for some reason. I despised Vermin so much after everything he had done, I didn't care if he was dating this sly bitch with a wicked heart, yet I felt a terrible pain in my heart. No Yeneffer, you shouldn't be feeling this way, I told myself. But it only grew worse. I couldn't help it. I gazed at them with all the hate in my heart, all the hurt in my eyes. He noticed, but he didn't care.

HERA'S POV His claims had my heart melting, and every time he gazed at me with those deep-set eyes, I trembled, weak in the knees. "And I've told you, I'm not yours," I countered, my lips curling in annoyance. His chest reverberated with a dark chuckle, its hum sending a chilling thrill down my spine. Then his lips brushed my ear as he towered over me. "Yes, you are. And when you finally acknowledge it, I'll be waiting with arms wide open."

KATYA The sun kisses my skin with easy warmth, yet inside I shiver. Before last night I would have sworn the chill was pure indifference toward Isaac, but I can't cling to that lie anymore. Last night proved I'm nowhere near indifferent to him. The cold feels less like temperature and more like numbness. Now that the adrenaline of the last few weeks has drained away, all that remains is emptiness. I didn't win. I'm married to Isaac. The papers are signed, the deed, quite literally, done. Yet it doesn't feel like a loss, and that unsettles me even more.