Alle Kapitel von NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Chapter 6He moves before I can blink, shoving me back onto the bed. The silk sheets are hot against my cold skin, but the weight of him pressing down on me is anything but heat.His hands pin my wrists above my head, his thighs forcing mine apart. The fabric of my gown tears under his grip, the fabric giving away immediately.“You wanted this,” he snarls, his breath hot against my ear. “Now you’re mine to break for eternity.”A thrill races down my spine and I twist beneath him, testing his hold, and when his grip tightens, I smirk. “Try me.”His mouth crashes onto mine, a brutal, claiming kiss. His fangs nick my lip, the copper tang of blood flooding my senses.I moan into him, my tongue dueling with his, my newfound strength surging as I buck my hips up, grinding against the hard ridge of his cock trapped behind his trousers.He growls, biting down harder, and I laugh, the sound dark and breathless.His hands are everywhere, ripping, tearing, exposing me. The cool air hits my bare

Chapter 1 The first thing I notice is the scent… thick, sweet, like crushed roses and there’s something darker beneath it, musk and spice.My eyelids flutter open, they feel heavy, and then I finally see my surroundings, velvet drapes, gold filigree curling along the walls like vines, candlelight flickering in sconces shaped like open mouths. Where the fuck am I?The question dies in my throat as I try to move. My wrists are bound above my head, secured to the bed’s iron frame with ropes.The sheets beneath me are cool and slippery, some luxurious fabric that shifts with every shallow breath I take. My legs, spread. Ankles tied to the footboard, knees bent just enough to keep me open and exposed. A draft teases over my bare pussy, and I realize with a jolt that I’m completely naked. Not a stitch of clothing. Just me, splayed out like an offering.“Ah. She’s awake.”The voice is a blade dragged over stone….deep, rough, but precise. Commander Kael Draven. I don’t have to see him t

Chapter 4A current crackles through my veins as my power surges through my body. It’s raw and untamed. It coils around Kael and Lyrix like invisible chains, yanking them forward with force. I drag them into the middle of the arena. The crowd’s roar swells around us, a living thing, hungry and restless. Hundreds of eyes lock onto us, their breath held, their bodies leaning in like they can taste the sexual tension between us. I don’t look at them. My focus is razor-sharp, on the two men now stumbling to their knees before me. The stone is cold beneath my bare feet, but my skin burns, my thighs still slick with arousal.I can smell them, sweat and musk and the metallic tang of Lyrix’s bite on Kael’s neck. My fingers twitch, itching to mark them further."Kneel," I purr, my voice cutting through arenaThey hit the ground at the same time, Kael’s breath ragged while Lyrix’s smirk still clings to his lips. The arena falls silent, so quiet I can hear the damp slap of Kael’s cock against

Chapter 1 I adjust the hem of my cheer uniform, the pleated skirt riding higher than regulation allows, my fingers brushing against the smooth fabric of my thigh-high socks. The material is stiff, the elastic digging into my skin hard enough to hurt, I’m standing in the hallway outside the boys’ locker room, my pulse thrumming in my throat.Jennifer leans against the wall beside me, her blonde ponytail swinging as she tilts her head back with a laugh. The sound is bright, almost manic, the kind of laugh that makes guys turn their heads even when they’re mid-conversation. She’s got that effect on people….on me, if I’m being honest. Her uniform is just as tight as mine, the red and white fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin.She’s got one foot propped up behind her, the toe of her sneaker pressing into the wall, her thighs parting just enough to tease. She knows exactly what she’s doing.“It’s crazy,” she says, her voice dropping into that husky tone she uses when she’s t

Chapter 2I let him drag me deeper into the room.The benches are wooden, worn smooth by years of use. He shoves me down onto one, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. My hands fly out, gripping the edge as he steps between my knees, his thighs brushing mine. He’s still in his hockey pants, the fabric damp with sweat, the bulge between his legs impossible to miss. My mouth goes dry.“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his fingers tangling in my ponytail, yanking just hard enough to make my scalp sting. “Being the center of attention.”I whimper. The sound is pathetic, needy. I hate it.His other hand slides up my thigh, “Spread your legs.”I obey.The cool air hits the damp heat between my thighs. I’m soaked. The realization makes me want to die of shame, but then his fingers are there, dragging through the slick fabric of my panties, I arch, a broken sound tearing from my throat.“Fucking slut,” he breathes.The word sends a jolt through me, sharp and electric. I’ve ne