WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Toxicity, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. A man with a drive for blood gets lost in the eyes of a woman with a simple life. Their foreign but not so different worlds come clashing together when he claims her as his. He just can't seem to stay away or get her out of his mind. He couldn't say it was driving him insane because he already lacked in that department. He didn't care what it would take, he wanted her and he would have her.

DISCLAIMER ⚠️ • Keep in mind that this story contains dark subjects, such as abuse, violence and sexual themes. The look of want The feel of love The desire to be touched in a way only you would like Thats what I desired.. but then I met him... Armando Julius Esposito. Oldest brother of three. Whom we met on our vacation. Me and my two bestfriends... The Dark Love Series ꧁•꧂ © By Blushingwhilereading

"I don't care if you want it or not, all I care about is you believing and admitting that you are mine. I don't care what lengths I have to go to make you believe that you're mine. You belong to me , I own you Chula " his voice alone sent chills down my spine. Staring into his eyes, all is see is fury, I clasped my hand on his tight hands trying to get him to stop. I begged him with my welled up eyes, begging him to stop. I couldn't produce any sound. He finally let go off me. I had to cough couple of times to clear my air passage. I stared at him and I can't even find any regrets, he still had the same expression on. "Michele you can't do this to me. I have a life back home, I have people out there that needs me.. ... " i was saying until I got snatched up again. This time his grip on my neck tightened . "What part of you belong to me now don't you understand !! " he yelled in my face. His eyes went from deep brown to dark. They are blazing with fury. I blinked rapidly and the tears finally flowed freely from my eyes. At this point, I know he's definitely going to kill me if he continues like this. He let go of me but immediately snatched my hands " I guess I have to remind you that you're mine After all " with that he starts dragging me as he walked.

Nicole Hamblen was your typical 21 year old college student. She received good grades, came from a wonderful family, and had a kick ass best friend named Tracy. But she struggled with self esteem issues and thought she would never find love. Until one day her night in shining armor appeared. Only problem is, she is black and he is white. Oh poor Nicole. What will you do.

"You think, I'll allow you to use me and go free?" He let out a dark chuckle. "Think again love, you are mine and there is nothing you or anyone can do about it." Twenty-six years old Deirdra Lewis, spend years trying to find something, anything to do to make some money to take care of her sick mother. She finally got a job at as a caretaker for a twelve-year old boy who met in an accident which left him paralyzed from the waist down. She was so excited to finally work and decided to go celebrate her new accomplishment with her best friend. One night of unintentional mistakes led to a lifetime of regrets. WARNING!!!!!! MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ABUSE AND ASSAULT. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

"L-let me go" he chuckles his green eyes darken Gripping my neck tightly so I can't breathe "Princesa I thought we were over that topic" anger radiating off him . I try and claw his hand but nothing, so I just let darkness consume me......

"-and then the professor said..." Amara's voice trailed off as she noticed Yakov's intense gaze. "What?" He didn't respond, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to her. The air between them grew thick, charged with an electricity that made Amara's breath hitch. She stopped walking, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yakov?" she whispered, her voice trembling. He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against her cheek. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and she froze. His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "You talk too much," he murmured, his voice low and rough. Before she could respond, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn't gentle or tentative-it was rough, demanding, and full of hunger. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. Amara gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt for balance.