All Chapters of Guilty Pleasure : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

"You're so pretty, darling." Will moved closer to her. His dick slapped against her cheek repeatedly and she held back her moan. The scene was so sexual, her being submissive on her knees while he used his dick to slap her cheeks. "Open up."Anna obeyed him and Will thrusted his dick into her mouth,

Book 2Guilty Pleasure #2Chapter OneThe bass of the music pulsed through the floor of Club Noire, the most exclusive, and notorious club in the city. Neon lights flashed like heartbeats in the dark, slow and sultry, coating every surface in red and violet, the air thick with sweat, alcohol, and something darker, something sinful. This was not the kind of club where girls like her were meant to be.“Elena, come on!” Avonlea shrieked over the music, tugging her arm with the force of a hurricane. “This is the real deal! Look at this place!”Elena Carter clutched her fake ID tighter in her palm as her best friend, Avonlea, yanked her through the pulsing crowd. She stumbled in, still gripping her fake ID with guilt-laced fingers. The bouncer hadn’t even blinked at it as he’d scanned the card, glanced at her legs in that dangerously short black dress, and waved her in. She felt sick to her stomach."I can't believe we actually got in!" Killian shrieked over the music, his dark eyes glitte

The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers. She grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her, lips crashing into his. Ryan froze for half a second, but then he kissed her back. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, hard, hot and consuming.His hand tangled into her curls as their mouths moved

She was gone.The sheets beside him were rumpled but cold. No note. No trace of her except the faint scent of lavender lingering on his skin.He frowned. He wasn’t the kind of man who chased girls the morning after. They usually chased him. They stayed until he was done. But something about Elena, t

Ryan lifted an eyebrow. “You keeping a spreadsheet?”“You’re thirty, Ryan. It’s time.”“I’m twenty-eight.”His father sipped his wine. “Same difference.”Ryan leaned back in his chair, jaw tightening. “I didn’t know we were having the ‘why are you still single’ intervention today.”“Call it a mother