My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Just as I expected, he turned our home into a library. Every inch of wall space is covered in floor-to-ceiling shelves. The living room. The halls. The theater room. Even his study. My legs carry me from room to room at the speed of light. Though I hurry about it, my eyes don’t miss a thing. How he catalogued everything by genre, by spines, exactly the way I envisioned it. Horror and mystery in the study. Travel and cooking in the kitchen. Romance and erotica in the bedroom

Cages aren’t made of bars. They’re made of thoughts, expectations, and fear.

She dragged her pussy—clothed only with a flimsy thong—along my crotch. Of course, I was hard. All she
needed was to exist in the same state as me to make my blood migrate to my dick.

his other wrist securely to my bed. He clasped his hot, wet lips around my nipple and sucked almost all of my breast into his mouth. I shuddered at his warmth, my palms dropping to his shoulders. The nightgown was
damp between my legs. I felt empty.

“Everything is for sale if you offer over value. Test the theory yourself. Sit on my face, Dallas, and I’ll give you anything you desire. I’ll buy you that Japanese cookie factory if you let me feast on your juices.”

“All you have to do is be alive for me
to get a hard-on, so don’t worry your pretty head about underperforming.”

Sadly, that was the sweetest thing he’d ever said to me.

Poor Morgan might’ve had his heart, but his cock, it appeared, was community property.

The only thing I imagined was my cum in the Oreo cream’s place, dripping from between her succulent lips.

Romeo pinched my nipple, causing my knees to buckle.

“Unfortunately, coke smells like nothing. Can you believe it? That was five hundred bucks I’m never getting back. Hopefully, I’ll have more luck with crack.”