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From Heartbreak to Headline
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Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection Three weeks overdue
The rent was three weeks overdue, and Mr. Harlan wouldn’t let me forget it. Every morning at eight sharp, his heavy fist hammered my door like a drumbeat of shame. “Natasha! Open up! You know what this is about!” His voice boomed through the thin wood, thick with irritation. I’d been dodging him, slipping out early, coming back late, praying he’d give me one more day. But today he wasn’t leaving.I stood behind the door in nothing but an oversized T-shirt and panties, heart racing. My tips from the bar had dried up, my savings were gone, and pride wouldn’t pay the bills. I took a shaky breath and cracked the door open.Mr. Harlan filled the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, late thirties, with dark stubble and those piercing green eyes that always lingered a second too long. He wore a tight black shirt that stretched across his chest and jeans that hugged his thighs. He looked pissed, but there was something else in his gaze when he saw me—hunger.“Natasha,” he said, voice low and rough.
Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection Stroke Me While I Fuck Myself
Zina was nineteen, curious, and burning with a hunger she’d only recently learned to name. For months, she and Dennis had been building something electric online—late-night messages turning into confessions, innocent selfies giving way to teasing shots, until one night they both admitted they couldn’t wait any longer to see each other properly. They lived too far apart for anything real yet, but video was the next best thing. Tonight was the night they’d promised to let go completely.She propped her phone against a pillow, checked the angle twice, then hit the call button. Her heart hammered as the ringtone buzzed. When Dennis’s face filled the screen, his crooked smile made her stomach flip.“Hey, beautiful,” he said, voice low and already rough with want.“Hey yourself,” Zina replied, biting her lower lip the way she knew drove him crazy. She was wearing nothing but a thin camisole and panties, the fabric clinging to her skin because she was already warm just from thinking about th
Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection Knead Me Harder
I wiped the flour from my hands onto my apron, glancing at the clock above the ovens. 4:47 a.m. The bakery was still dark outside the windows, the city asleep, but inside it was warm and alive with the scent of rising yeast and browning butter. I’d been here since three, prepping for the morning rush. The croissants were proofing, the sourdough shaped and waiting for the final bake. Everything was perfect.Almost everything.The back door clicked open, and there he was—Jaden, my new assistant baker, slipping in with his hoodie half-zipped and that lazy, dimpled smile that had been driving me crazy for weeks. Twenty-four, tall, inked forearms, and eyes that lingered on me a little too long whenever he thought I wasn’t looking.“Morning, Ava,” he said, voice low and rough from sleep. He shrugged off his jacket, revealing the tight black T-shirt clinging to his chest. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic.”“You’re not late,” I replied, trying to keep my tone even. “You’re exactly on time for the fun
Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection Dripping for Him: Gay For You
I sink into the bed, the room dim except for the soft glow of my laptop screen. The house is quiet—finally mine for the night. I prop the pillows behind my back, spread my legs a little wider, and hit play on the video I’ve been saving all week. Two guys, both built like gods, kissing slowly and deep on a sunlit balcony. Their hands roam, shirts coming off, skin golden and smooth. My breath catches immediately. God, they’re beautiful.I’m already half-hard just from anticipation. I slide my boxers down, kicking them off, letting my cock spring free against my stomach. It twitches, eager, the head already glistening with a bead of precum. I reach for the lube on the nightstand—a warming kind, the one that feels like real heat—and drizzle a generous amount into my palm. The cool bottle makes me shiver, but the lube warms fast between my fingers.On screen, one guy drops to his knees, taking the other slow and deep into his mouth. The moan that comes from the speaker is low, raw, perfect
Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection From Heartbreak to Headline
The doorbell jiggles—three short, impatient rings that yank me out of my spiral. I freeze on the couch, tissues balled in my fist, mascara tracks dried on my cheeks. Who the hell is that? My stomach drops. Landlady, probably. Rent was due four days ago, and I haven’t answered her texts. I haven’t answered anyone. I stopped going to work last week, called in “sick” until my voice cracked, and now I’m pretty sure I’m fired. Money’s gone, pride’s gone, everything’s gone.I sigh, heavy and defeated, drag myself up, and shuffle to the door. My oversized T-shirt—Noah’s old one, because apparently I’m still punishing myself—hangs off one shoulder, and my shorts are wrinkled from days of wear. I don’t care. I crack the door open, ready to beg for an extension.It’s not the landlady.It’s Derick.My breath catches. He’s standing there in a charcoal suit, tie loosened, top buttons undone, looking like he walked straight out of the wedding reception. Dark hair tousled, jaw sharp, those green eye
Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection From Heartbreak to Headline
I can’t believe this is happening. Two weeks. It’s only been two goddamn weeks since Noah shattered my world, and here I am, curled up on the couch, staring at the TV screen like some pathetic masochist. The live stream of his wedding—his wedding to her—plays out in high definition, every pixel a knife twisting in my gut. There they are, Noah and that bitch from high school, the one who made my teenage years a living hell. She bullied me relentlessly—tripping me in the halls, spreading rumors about me being easy, stealing my homework just to watch me fail. And now? She’s the one in the white dress, smiling up at him like she owns him. It should be me. It was supposed to be me.Tears blur my vision as I watch them exchange vows. His voice, that deep, smooth timbre that used to whisper promises in my ear during our late-night sessions, now pledges forever to her. “I do,” he says, and I feel it like a punch. A sob rips from my throat, raw and ugly. I grab another tissue from the box besi
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