LOGINSeraphina’s POVHe pulls back slowly, dragging every inch of his length through my tight pussy. The friction is almost unbearable. Then he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.I scream.The sound tears from my throat, raw and broken. He's too big. I feel like I'm being split apart, stretched beyond what my body can take. My fingers scrabble against the table, searching for anything to hold onto."You feel that?" His voice is low, as he begins to move in long, punishing strokes. "You feel how deep I am inside you? You'll feel me for days."I want to tell him to go to hell. I want to spit curses and venom. But all that comes out is a choked moan as he drives into me again.He sets a brutal pace, pulling out until only the head remains, then slamming back in so hard the table shakes.My breasts press against the wood with every impact."You don't want this." He says each word between thrusts. "Do you?""N-no," I gasp out."But look at your body." His hand re
Seraphina's POVI'm dragged forward by rough hands, stripped me of everything but this thin white dress, almost sheer in the firelight, clinging to every curve of my body like a second skin. And there on my father’s throne sits Draven, the dragon king. He's more handsome than the stories ever described. Tall and broad-shouldered, with long, dark hair, and golden eyes.I see the faint gleam of scales at his temples, the sharp points of his canines when his lips part slightly. He killed my father. I watched it happen.His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "On your knees."Every muscle in my body locks. I won't. My father died with his head held high, and I'll do the same.One of the guards behind me kicks the back of my knee. The impact sends a jolt of fire through my leg. My knees hit the ground hard. Pain shoots up my thighs, radiating through my spine. But I don't look down. I keep my eyes fixed on Draven.He rises from the throne slowly, deliberately. He stops in fro
Simone’s POVHis cock is hard against my ass through our clothes and my keys are in the lock.I should turn them and walk inside and close the door. I should just go to sleep and pretend this night was a dream.Instead I push back against him, grinding my ass into the bulge in his jeans, and the sound he makes against my neck is low and hungry. My hand freezes on the keys as excitement shoots through me.He pulls my dress up from behind. He yanks the hem to my waist in the hallway of my apartment building where the overhead light is on and anyone would see a woman getting undresses at her front door.His hand slides between my legs from behind. His fingers find me bare and soaked, his cum from the backseat still leaking from me, and when he pushes two fingers inside me and feels the mess he left twenty minutes ago, the groan he makes vibrates against my shoulder blade.“Still full of me,” he says against my neck, his fingers pumping through his own cum inside my pussy. “And still this
Simone's POVHe pushes inside me and the backseat wasn't designed for this but I don't care.The stretch of him filling me on the leather with my leg propped against the window and the other hooked over the front headrest is the best thing that's happened to me in months.The thickness of a stranger's cock inside me in a parked car on a dead-end street is making up for every bad decision tonight by being the best bad decision of all.The car starts to rock as he fucks me. Every thrust shifts the suspension. Anyone walking past would see a dark sedan bouncing gently and know exactly what's happening. The thought should scare me, but it only makes me wetter.He fucks me on my back first. Hips pumping between my legs, leather squeaking beneath me, my foot pushing against the window, leaving a print in the condensation. The car's steaming up. His breathing's heavy against my neck and his hands are under my ass pulling me onto his cock with every stroke."You do this with all your passen
Simone's POVThe worst date of my life ended twenty minutes ago. I'm in the back of an Uber at 2am, with three glasses of wine in my blood, with a vibrator still in my purse from when I thought the date might go somewhere. It didn't. My date was an asshole. He ordered dinner for me, talked about his ex for forty-five minutes, tried to split the bill, then asked if I wanted to see his vinyl collection. I told him I'd rather chew tinfoil. He called me dramatic and a bitch. So I left, and got in an Uber.I feel unsatisfied. The universe owes me something good to get the date out of my system.I didn’t look at the uber driver as I got into the cab, and nonchalantly gave him my address.Now, I look up, and my eyes go wide. I catch his eyes in the rearview, flicking from the road to me and back. He’s handsome as hell. Too handsome for an uber driver. He belongs on the front cover of a magazine.He has dark brown eyes, with dark hair slicked back, and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. I l
Gwen’s POVGerald drove me to this appointment.He didn’t come inside because “I don’t need to be there for your appointments, Gwen.”Two years of trying to get pregnant and the man can’t walk through a fucking door.The man who is going to get me pregnant is standing between my legs right now with his cock an inch from my pussy and his hands on my face, asking me to say it again.“Breed me,” I say. Steadier this time. Looking right at him. “Give me what Gerald can’t. I want your baby, Kian. Not his.”Something shifts behind his eyes. The last thread of professional restraint snaps. What replaces it is primal and focused and nothing you’d find in any medical textbook.He pushes inside me slow, his hands still holding my face. The stretch of him filling me while he watches my expression is the most intimate and the most obscene thing I’ve ever experienced.He fucks me face to face, with his cock buried to the hilt with every stroke. His pelvis grinds against my clit on the downstroke,
Elara's POVI’m on my back. Red silk beneath me, and a vampire lord between my legs. Bite marks already bleeding on my neck and thigh. His sharp nails draw a map on my body—one he intends to follow with his teeth. The claw drags between my breasts, over my ribs, across my stomach. “Stay still,” h
Elara’s POVMy father sold me for six hundred gold pieces to a vampire lord.The monster who bought me is standing at the altar waiting for me to walk toward him like this is a love story and not a transaction.The great hall is packed. Every person from our town is here because Lord Sorin doesn’t
Nell’s POVCassian lies on his back on the ruined sheets. He grips my waist and pulls me onto him and I sink down on his cock with ease in cowgirl position.I lean forward on his chest, my oiled tits pressing flat against him and roll my hips, grinding deep with his cock dragging against my front w
Nell’s POVBefore I can answer, six hands are on me. Cassian’s palms spread the oil across my stomach in slow, firm circles, working it into my skin the way I work knots out of their shoulders.They slide up and cup both my breasts, oiled fingers squeezing, kneading my tits like dough, his thumbs c







