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UNRAVEL ME 3In between the kiss, Cyrus slid his hands underneath her shirt and grabbed her plump breast. He rubbed and pinched her hardened nipples, which sent a sharp sensation through Camilla’s body.She arched her back, bucking her hips into him, as his hardness rubbed on her aching bud.Cyrus kisses trailed from her lips, to her neck, then to her cleavage, where he paused. He shoved her shirt above her head, and then settled his face between her breasts. “You wear perfume, even at night?” He hummed, sniffing her hard. He couldn't get enough of her scent.“Perfumes?”“Hmmm,”“I don't wear perfumes.” Camilla said, her voice throaty and sensual. Cyrus paused immediately and raised his head to look at her, “You mean, you don't wear any perfume at all?” “Yeah. I sneeze a lot whenever I wore them, so I stopped.” Cyrus lowered his head to sniff her again, her fragrance was really intoxicating. In his entire life, he had only encountered two people whose natural fragrance was intoxic

UNRAVEL ME 2“Cyrus…what are you doing?” Camilla widened her eyes as Cyrus brought his head lower, between her thighs. The hem of her dress raised.“Shhh….Relax.” he cooed, as he caught her hand and put two fingers into his mouth. His free hand was cupping her breast, kneading with soft, rhythmic squeezes.“Cyrus, No—”He lifted his head and looked at her his with his stormy grey eyes, “It’s insane, I know. I don't….I can't explain it, Camilla. I can't stop thinking about making you come, Camilla. It's driving me insane.”“Then do it. Show me I’m worth obsessing over.”One of his hands pushed between her legs and they fell open shamelessly. Camilla's body was so aroused, she was flushed and almost feverish. Every touch, every breath, every word, cursing a wave of electric down to her core.His other hand on her breast, continued to pump her, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.“You're wet for me.” He murmured, his gaze sliding down her body to where he was parting her thong w

UNRAVEL MECAMILLA JONES (FL) — 23YRSCYRUS STERLING (ML) — 29YRSThey sat in silence during the entire drive back to the house. Camilla was not sure what to say and Cyrus looked one comment away from fucking her in the car, so she remained quiet.Camilla's heart beat hammered against her chest by the time they drove into the garage. She was out of breath as he pulled her out of the car and straight into the house. His movement was so fast. One moment Camilla was blinking up at him, the next she was being pushed against a wall and her spine tingled from the momentum.“Tell me what you want?” He rasped, his crazed expression doing something insane to her insides.Her heart thudded against her chest, her pulse thundering with each beat. Camilla lost the ability to speak, not even a word. The way he stared at her, with his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring with each ragged breath, made her shiver.This wasn't an act, because no one was watching, everything felt real, his hard stares, he

MY ANTONIO CAMILLE (FL) — 22YRSANTONIO (ML) — 28YRSThe moonlight slipped through the curtains, silver and soft against my bare skin. I lay tangled in Antonio’s arms, his body heavy and warm around me. For a moment I just listened to him breathe, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back, his arm curled around my waist like a shield. He looked so peaceful in sleep, stripped of the weight he usually carried. I almost didn’t want to move.But curiosity tugged at me. Slowly, I slid out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and padded barefoot across the room. The floor was cool under my feet as I went to the window. Madrid glimmered in the distance, thousands of tiny lights like stars scattered across the horizon. For a moment, it felt like I was floating in a dream—me, him, this city, this strange little slice of happiness.Then I felt his absence. The mattress creaked behind me. When I turned, Antonio’s eyes were already on me. Sleepy, hooded, but the way he looked

HE SAVED ME THEN FUCKED ME 2SCARLET POVHis hand closed around my throat before I could even blink, forcing my back against the wall with a thud. My breath hitched, my pulse hammering wildly beneath his grip. Heat exploded in my veins, a dizzying fire that had been building since that damned drink I never meant to take. My skin burned, every nerve ending alive and hungry.His shadow towered over me, broad shoulders filling the dimly lit room. His face remained mostly hidden, but his eyes gleamed, hard and assessing, like a predator deciding whether to devour its prey. My knees weakened under the weight of that gaze.I tried to speak, to protest, but the words dissolved into a needy whimper. My lips parted, my chest rising and falling rapidly against his palm.“Please…” The plea tumbled from me before I could swallow it back. Not a plea for mercy. Not for freedom. But for him. For something I couldn’t even name, something the drug in my blood twisted into unbearable need.He smirked,

HE SAVED ME THEN FUCKED MESCARLETT HILLS (FL) — 24YRSALEXANDER MARIO— 35YRSSCARLETT POVMy pulse hammered in my throat as I darted through the narrow alleyway, shadows clinging to the cracked walls. The streetlights flickered above me like dying stars, mocking me with their brief flashes of light. Every corner I passed felt like it could be the one where they’d catch me. Every sound behind me was a reminder: I wasn’t running from strangers. I was running from my own family.The Rossis.I’d been raised in that house, fed from their table, shaped into their weapon. I owed them my life, and yet tonight I was tearing myself free of them. Or at least trying to.The click of footsteps echoed off the walls. I didn’t need to look back to know it was Marco’s men. His dogs never strayed far from their leash.I ducked into the first parking lot I saw, my breath ragged as I pressed myself into the shadow of a broken car frame. My knees stung against the cold concrete, but I didn’t move. I crou