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This book is not just erotic, it is seduction in words. Every page is meant to stroke your mind, heat your body, and pull you deeper until you forget where you are. You will not read this… you will feel it. And once you enter, leaving will not be easy. Inside, you will find: Unfiltered Heat – Scenes so vivid you will taste them, feel them, ache for them. Dark Temptations – Men who don’t just touch… they claim. Pleasure & Power – Games where surrender is as dangerous as resistance. BDSM & Forbidden Kinks – Chains, blindfolds, rules… and the wicked thrill of breaking them. Primal Possession – Being chased, caught, and taken until you can’t breathe without wanting more. Obsession That Burns – Love that feels like fire, beautiful, consuming, impossible to escape. This is not for the faint or the shy. It will touch you in places no one else dares, leave you burning, and keep you wanting long after the last page. Once you step inside, there is no safe way out. STEP IN IF YOU DARE !!! Chapter One - SCREAMING FOR HIS HOT COCK Clara's breath hitched as she ran up the stairs. Her phone was hot, but the real heat was between her legs, thinking only of Jordan. The new hot guy in class. He was strikingly handsome, and his powerful, sculpted build made it clear he was no stranger to the gym. She'd heard from other girls in class that Jordan just moved to the area and was looking to hang around with anybody willing. Every girl at school had a crush on him, and Clara was no different. Ever since Jordan joined their class, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Five weeks have past now, Jordan's face and striking hot physique still lingers in Clara's dream every night. The thoughts of his hips moving against her made her pussy wet, and she had to stop masturbating right there. Then came his post on his TikTok account that made her want to have sex with him even more. Jordan's chest was bare, and he was wearing tight Louis Vuitton boxers that showed off his bulge.God, he was hot, looking like a sex god. She touched her phone, craving his body, his skin. He looked so sexy. She imagined him wrapping his legs around her and him pushing his cock into her until she cum. Clara rang the doorbell, praying her mom wasn't home, but no one answered. She forgot she had a key that could let herself in. She got her keys out of her backpack, unlocked the door, and went inside. It was quiet, which meant her mom wasn't home. She locked the door and practically sprinted into her room. So sexy! Fuck, I wish I could run my hands all over those rock-hard muscles, Clara thought, her finger tracing the outline of his abs on the screen. Ever since Jordan posted that picture four days ago, Clara had been a mess. She really wanted his cock buried deep inside her. "I need you, Jordan…" Clara muttered to herself, flopping down on the bed. She couldn't stop looking at his boner, and she could no longer resist the urge to touch herself. She imagined Jordan was right there in her room, ready to fuck her. Clara took off her clothes until she was just in her panties. She knew if she touched her clit right now, the pleasure would be overwhelming. She'd been thinking about how Jordan would fuck her if she asked him to hang out, hoping he'd say yes. Clara lay on the bed, knees up and legs spread. Her body shook as she touched her clit through her panties. It had been over a month since she'd been broke up with Brown, and she has been fucking horny since then. She needed to touch herself. She pulled off her panties, her fingers eager to touch her clit. When she did, she found herself wet and wanting, aching for a man's cock. Jordan's cock, to be exact. Slowly, she closed her eyes, titling her head backward picturing his tongue on her hungry pussy as her wetness dripped. Her fingers touched her clit, and she moaned softly. Clara spread her pussy lips with a finger, exposing her throbbing core. She rubbed her clit and started circling around it. She flicked the tip of it. The pleasure intensified as she imagined Jordan's mouth devouring her, sucking and nibbling until she lost all control. "Ohh….fuck!!" She moaned, her voice thick with need. Clara plunged two of her fingers deep inside her slick pussy, mimicking the feeling of Jordan's cock filling her. She hit her G-spot, and a jolt of pure pleasure shot through her. She felt her inner walls tighten and an orgasm building up inside her. All she could think about was Jordan's cock pushing in and out of her pussy, making her scream his name as she cum. She needed the sexual release she would feel if she got fucked by his throbbing dick. She needed him so bad. Why was she so shy about talking to him? Why was she letting other girls have him? Why hadn't she made the first move? Clara's moans got louder as she worked her fingers faster into her throbbing core. A desperate moan escaped her lips as she slid in another finger. Wetness dripped down her fingers and thighs, a testament to her desperate need. She craved Jordan's cock, the heavy weight of it pressing against her. Clara sat up abruptly, slamming her fingers against her clit with renewed force. "God….don’t stop… I’m right there…!” Her fingers pounded so hard that she couldn't breathe. Her body teetering on the edge. Her hips lifted, her thighs trembling as she imagined Jordan's boner, filling her completely. Nothing else existed in her world except Jordan. She came, a series of violent shudders racking her body. Her eyes squeezed shut as she released all over the bed sheet, her pussy clenching around her fingers in a desperate spasm. Clara let out a ragged moan, her breathing heavy as she collapsed back onto the bed. "I fucking want him," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. Grabbing her phone, her fingers trembled as she typed. “Evening, Jordan,” she texted, finally summoning the courage to make her move. Tomorrow, she would have him. She would feel his dick ramming hard into her hungry pussy, and she wouldn't stop until she was screaming his name. Note: Don't you dare wet those panties now, cos this is just the tip of an iceberg 🫦🫦Episode 6: Sucked by Two men “Kyle?” Professor Thane’s voice came the moment the door opened. The man who walked in looked like him but older, taller, stronger. Same sharp jaw, same dark eyes, but this one was even hotter. He looked like trouble, the kind you couldn’t escape. I didn’t stay. My skirt was messy, my thighs shaking from what just happened on his desk. I pulled my clothes on fast and slipped out like I wasn’t just bent over getting fucked hard a few minutes ago. But my body betrayed at this dark moment. My pussy was still wet, throbbing, aching for more. I hadn’t even finished cumming. I ran down the hall, pushed into the bathroom. My legs were already weak, my chest tight. I pulled up my skirt and shoved my fingers down, rubbing fast, trying to make myself cum. Without warning, the bathroom door swung open. “Andrew?! ” I gasped. This was the women’s bathroom. He didn’t care. His face was red, his chest moving fast like he ran. His eyes were wild. “I saw it, L
Episode 5: Ruined on the Professor's Desk Getting to school today was the only thing in my mind. It was not about the books, and it was not about the lecture. It was for him. Professor Thane. I needed to see him. I left the house early, skipped breakfast, and caught the first bus I could. When I got to the building, the hallways were quiet, only a few students standing around like they were waiting for something. I pushed open the classroom door, dropped my bag into the locker, and when I turned I almost ran straight into Andrew’s furious face. The same Andrew who fucked me yesterday, right before Professor Thane walked in. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked, pretending I had no idea. His eyes narrowed. “Why is the new professor calling for you?” I froze, heat burning low in my stomach. He was asking for me? My lips parted and I bit down hard to hide the rush of excitement. I did not care what Andrew thought. Hearing that Professor Thane wanted me only made me wetter. I gave no
Episode 4: Cum down my throat. Two of his fingers drove inside me without warning, hard and fast, stretching me as I gasped for air.“Ahh......fuck,” I choked, my body jerking under his touch.Professor Thane’s mouth stayed locked on my breast, his tongue dragging over my nipple while he sucked as if he wanted to tear the moans out of me.“Mm… yesss… don’t stop,” I begged, my hips rocking helplessly against his hand, every nerve desperate and raw.He curled his fingers deep inside me, just right, and I broke apart with a strangled cry, trembling against him as heat ripped through me.The sound of the door creaking open froze me, terror crashing through my chest. But he didn’t stop. His pace never faltered.He caught my wrist, dragged me into the bathroom, and twisted the tap fully open so the rush of water drowned everything. Then he lifted me against the wall as if I weighed nothing.My legs clamped around his waist, and in one sharp motion he pulled out his cock and slammed inside
Episode 3: Don't leave your horny student, Professor. I almost lost grip of the bucket when I saw him standing there.“You’re living here?” I asked, though I already knew the answer the moment my eyes locked on him.“For now, yes,” he replied with steady calm, a towel hanging loose around his neck like he had all the time in the world. “Didn’t think I’d run into you again this quick.”My pulse hammered against my ribs. “You’re the one renting the place?”His eyebrow lifted. “Looks like fate decided we should keep bumping into each other.”I swallowed hard. “Yeah. Strange how things work out.”The faint curve of his lips wasn’t a smile. More like he was holding back something he didn’t intend to share.“You gonna give me the bucket or keep staring like you’ve seen a ghost?”Snapping out of my daze, I shoved the bucket into his hands. “Right. Here. Take it. Bye.”His laugh was low, almost amused, as he accepted it.I spun to leave, but his voice brushed against my back. “Next time, kno
Episode 2: The cock I dreamed of is next door?! I could not get him out of my poor head. Not Andrew. Not the boys who blew up my phone with half-baked texts I had already grown bored of.But Professor Thane. His voice lingered in my mind, low and sharp, never needing to rise for anyone to obey. That alone rattled me, and worse, it turned me on. Every other man tried to win me over. This one treated me like I was a nobody. Like I was a name on a paper, nothing more. The next morning I made sure my blouse clung tighter, white and neat but thin enough to tease the shape beneath. My legs were polished, smooth and gleaming under the light, crossed in a way that demanded attention. When he entered the room, silence followed him like a shadow. He did not glance at anyone. The weight he carried made the whole class sit straighter, as if the air itself tightened when he stepped inside. He set his tablet down, pulled at his sleeves, and lifted his eyes. For a single second they
Short Synopsis Liora gets fucked raw by Andrew in class, only to be caught mid-heat by the cold, unreadable Professor Thane. Andrew was just release. Thane is the real game. She’ll chase him, fuck him, and push until his control snaps because the moment he breaks, he’s hers. EPISODE: Target: Professor Thane "Ohh-hhhh......fuck...." Liora’s voice broke into a ragged moan, filthy and desperate, as Andrew drove himself into her from behind. Her fingers dug hard into the edge of the desk, knuckles pale, thighs shaking under the force of his relentless thrusts. Her cheek pressed against the cold surface, her hair damp and sticking to her sweaty skin, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the way his cock stretched her open, pounding into her soaked pussy with brutal hunger that left her gasping. “Harder....ohhh....fuck me harder,” she hissed through clenched teeth, voice raw. “Don’t stop. I can take every bit of it.” Andrew growled low in his throat, a feral sound as his gr