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Interracial Romance Author 

Formally known as Sapphire Rose

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Without a word, I get to my feet. It is a race to the door with Caleb at my side.

“What the hell you doing? Driving would take too long.”

I turn on my heels at the fact Danjal speaks. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I can feel the air in the room turning hot as it takes on a charge. My eyes dart to witness Mastema emerges to change the color of Jackson’s blue gaze golden.

“They won’t be able to contain it,” he warns to Danjal.

Mastema already knows what’s to come.

“Fuck, and it’s daytime, too,” sighs Danjal while he glances out the window. “Then again, if it were our women, we wouldn’t either,” he mumbles in thought.

“We’ll give you cover…just stay under it,” stresses Mastema.

I nod. With a wave of Danjal’s hand, what is considered reality bends under his will to create a portal that I and Caleb could never master. My steps scorch the high dollar floor underneath. I haven’t had a good reason to let go in a long, long time. With a tilt of my head, the bones in my neck crack. This Devil Hound isn’t going on the hunt…I’m on the kill.


I warned Michaela. I gave it to her straight, with no chaser. I spoke clear and slow when I told her what I am, and who I am. I even took her on a ride along to show her what she was committing to. I needed her to understand what she was fuckin’…that I’m a goddamn monster. Underneath all this skin and bones, is a living, breathing demon. Money, clothes, good conversation, and good dick won’t change what I am. With each warning, all my pushing away, her crazy ass just kept on coming. Okay.

Now that I’ve finally accepted her love, these motherfuckers think to snatch it away? Oh yeah, no lube and raw…. I got something for their asses.

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In and out, that’s what I told myself. I’m only here to punish her after finding out what she’s been up to. Dressed up to ensure she wouldn’t know it was me, I became a part of her fantasy. I knew from the second Gayle looked up at me, with pleading in her eyes on her knees, begging me to give her what she need, I knew I was fucked.

Gayle fantasied about it, but she never dreamed of someone like me could do her this way. The way I make her body melt away, she willingly became my pet...feeding from my hands, letting me explore every inch of her body until there is no mystery left.

Gayle may call me Sir, but I think I'm the one that's slowly becoming the slave in this twisted game of pretend.