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

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.