Off Limits: A Forbidden And Seduction Erotica Compilation

Ariel I held my breath as I turned away from the pole, making a slow walk toward the bed. I made sure to exaggerate the sway of my hips, my pulse thrumming in my ears as I felt his predatory gaze locked onto the emerald lace of my thong. I wanted to drive him to the edge.I didn't even make it halfway.One moment I was wiggling my way across the rug, and the next, his massive, calloused hand clamped around the back of my neck. Kael yanked me backward with a force that sent my body slamming into his. The impact was electric. He was a wall of solid, hot muscle, and I could instantly feel his erection, heavy and rock-hard pressing into the small of my back, threatening to puncture right through my skin.I let out a sharp gasp as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin. He tugged at the skin on my neck and then ran his tongue across where he had bitten, giving me a bitter-sweet pleasure. My head fell back onto his shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut a

Ariel This was the point of no return. The room was a blur of dark skin, heavy breathing, and the sharp, metallic scent of the belt still buckled around my neck. Mark was a ghost. My old life was dead. There was only this; this beautiful, forbidden ruin.Dante didn’t give me a second to breathe. He hauled me up, his massive hands locking under my thighs as he sat me squarely onto his dick. I gasped, my head lolling back as I sank all the way down. He didn't just let me sit; he started bucking his hips upward, thrusting into me with a raw power that made my breasts shake violently with every impact."F-fuck... Ariel!" Dante groaned, his voice a broken, melodic mess. "Hnngh... no wonder... no wonder Kael wanted you all to himself. You’re like a vice... so tight... ah!"Kael hadn’t reached his peak yet. He scrambled across the mattress, his olive skin glistening with sweat and lube, and planted himself right in front of my face. My hands were shaking, but I reached out, my fingers wrapp

Ariel Mark stood in the doorway, his keys still clutched in a trembling hand, his face draining of color until he looked like a ghost. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene: the LED lights casting a glow over the rumpled bedsheets, the heavy scent of sex and four bodies tangled in a display of raw, unapologetic sin. Jax was buried between my legs, his tongue flicking my clit and running through my middle of my lips like eating me out was necessary for his hunger and survival, while Dante was under me, his massive frame silhouetted against the dark headboard. Dante didn’t just thrust; he surged into me from behind, his hands bruising my hips. "Hnngh... f-fuck, Ariel... ah!... you’re so... mmmph... so tight... god, yes!"I was lost, my head thrashing against Dante’s chest. "P-please! Nnngh... ah!... more... Mmm-ah!... Jax! Dante! Haaah…”Mark’s mouth hung open. "Ariel?" he whispered, his voice cracking. "What... what the fuck is this?"Nobody stopped. Jax didn’t even look u

Olandria Four days. In ninety-six hours, my sister, Eva, would walk down a rose-petaled aisle and tether her life to the only man I had ever truly loved. Julian. I stood on the porch of their house, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I shouldn't be here. I knew that. Every time I saw Julian, my brain turned into a loop of every time he’d had me pinned against a wall, every time his low, raspy voice had whispered filth into my ear, and every time his hazel eyes had looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth consuming. We were supposed to be the "endgame." But then came the scholarship, the move across the ocean, and the agonizing distance that eventually snapped us in two. I came home for Christmas expecting a quiet family dinner, only to find Julian sitting at our table, his hand resting possessively on Eva’s knee. I had played the "good sister." I had given them my blessing with a fake smile that felt like it was cracking my face op

Julian The sound of the key turning in the lock was like a gunshot in the silent house. Panic, cold and sharp, spiked through my veins."Olandria! Move!" I hissed, my voice a jagged whisper.We scrambled. I grabbed my shorts from the floor, shoving my legs into them so fast I almost tripped. Olandria didn't have that luxury. Her lace top was a pile of shredded rags, and her leggings were torn down the middle—useless. She snatched her purse and what was left of her clothes, her eyes wide with terror."The kitchen! Go!" I pointed toward the island.She bolted, diving into the large floor cabinet just as the front door creaked open. I barely had time to kick her bra under the sofa and smooth my hair before Eva walked in."Julian?" Eva called out, her voice sounding tired. "You're home.""Yeah," I said, my heart hammering against my ribs. I walked toward the kitchen, leaning against the specific cabinet where Olandria was hiding, physically shielding her with my frame. "You're back earl