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Her Darkest Desires

His gaze pinned me against the wall, his breath hot against my skin. “Tell me, Little Dove… you feel something for me, don’t you? No more dodging. I want a clear answer.” “Why? B-but I'm your brother's wife.” I managed, my voice steady despite the thundering in my chest. “Fuck that. I want a straightforward answer, so my stance can be clear,” he murmured, leaning in, lips hovering over mine. “Either to steal you from my brother, or…” “Or get over me?” I whispered. He pulled back sharply, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously. “No. Either to steal you from my brother… or take him out of the picture. I will kill if I have to, just to have you all to myself." I stared at him in shock and disbelief. ********************* “I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured. “First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against my ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.” “Mmm, sounds good so far,” I murmured. “Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that, I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.” I shivered uncontrollably, my mind exploding with the images he evoked. I let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of my ear into his mouth. God, I could cum with just his words. I was already aching with need. My nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. My clit pulsed and twitched between my legs until I clamped my thighs together to alleviate the burn. “And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Superboy18 · 70.4k Views

Clause 4:Total submission

​OFFICIAL CONTENT ADVISORY ​ATTENTION: Clause 4: Total Submission is a high-intensity Dark Romance that contains graphic themes and psychological dynamics that may be triggering or offensive to some readers. DISCLAIMER: The actions and behaviors depicted in this fictional work are for narrative purposes only and do not reflect the author's real-world views on healthy relationships. This is a work of fiction intended for MATURE ADULTS (18+) who understand the tropes of the Dark Romance genre. "I don't pay for your consent, Sloane. I pay for your silence." ​Vane Sterling is a god of ruin. In the glass-and-steel cathedral of Sterling-Vance, he doesn’t just trade stocks; he trades souls. He is a man who finds "unearned hope" offensive and views human emotion as a market volatility that must be liquidated. ​Sloane is his most efficient asset. She is the ghost in his machine, the woman who kneels in the shadows of his mahogany altar while he destroys empires over the speakerphone. ​She isn't there for the paycheck. She is there because Vane Sterling owns the machines that keep her mother’s heart beating. Every breath her mother takes is a line item on Vane’s ledger—a debt that Sloane can only pay in compliance. ​The Terms of the Audit: •​The Body: A vessel for his stress. Total physical regulatory access, at his discretion, without exception. •​The Mind: Complete compartmentalization. To feel is to breach. To cry is to fail. ​•The Penalty: Every second of hesitation adds an hour to her term. Every flinch adds a day. ​With twenty-seven days left until her "freedom," Vane has decided that the contract is too lenient. He doesn't just want her service anymore; he wants to see the exact moment her spirit breaks. He wants to hunt the woman behind the mask and watch her realize that even when the twenty-seven days are over... ​He will never let his favorite plaything go. ​“You think you’re counting down the days to your escape, Sloane. But you aren’t running toward the exit. You’re just running deeper into the cage.” Reader Discretion is Strongly Advised. If you are looking for a traditional "sweet" romance, this is not the book for you. If you enjoy the thrill of the storm, welcome to the sixty-first floor.
Sipy_PY · 1.9k Views

CHAINED IN THE MAFIA HELL'S WATCH

I, Nate Cole, Captain of CSI, am damn fucking good at my job. I followed the law, trusted the evidence, and never let anyone distract me… not even the criminals I locked behind bars. Until Adrian Blackwood was forced back into my life, the dark, ruthless, devastatingly handsome Mafia Boss serving a twenty‑year sentence at Hell’s Watch, the city’s most notorious high‑security prison. A fortress built to cage mafia lords, serial offenders, and corrupt officials, and a place where even the guards whispered about inmates who ruled empires from behind steel bars. And he was exactly the kind of man I was raised to despise. “You’re the one who came to me, Nate Cole… what makes you think I’ll cooperate with you or that you can resist me?” His gray eyes smoldered, daring me to look away. I leaned back, meeting his gaze evenly. “Resist you? Please. You’re a bastard behind bars. I don’t do fantasies… and I don’t entertain criminals.” He smirked, stepping closer, voice low and teasing. “Criminals, maybe… but you look like someone who enjoys losing control, and I bet, I can make you beg.” He was the key to a case I couldn’t solve without him, and every glance, every word, every brush of his presence set my pulse racing. His control was intoxicating, and his power is undeniable. “I will break you beautifully, completely, and only into mine,” he whispered, a dangerous promise that shattered every rational thought in my head as the sizzling chemistry and attraction rose between us. I was supposed to stay professional, fucking resist, but some chains weren’t meant to be broken… and some temptations weren’t meant to be denied. Adrian Blackwood was my enemy, and falling for him might have been the most dangerous, most thrilling crime I’d ever committed. I had no idea which one of us was going to survive the darkness… me or him or the fucking world was going to burn.
Anna_Baibe · 11.5k Views