All Chapters of Off Limits: A Forbidden And Seduction Erotica Compilation : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Daphne After that first, violent collision of our lips, Chris pulled back abruptly. His hands slid from my waist to my shoulders, shoving me back just far enough to let his dark, predatory stare rake over my body. "You look..." His voice broke into a low rumble of disbelief. "You look incredible in this, Daphne." Before I could breathe, he grabbed the silver chain at my neck. He didn't pull gently; he dragged me toward him by the links, forcing my head back until my throat was bared and my mouth was parted in a silent plea. His mouth crashed onto mine again, and this time it was an invasion. His tongue surged past my lips with a desperate, starving energy, seeking mine as if he were trying to reclaim every second of his year-long drought. Our teeth clashed, and I felt him tugging painfully, perfectly, on my lower lip. I didn't shrink away. I fought for dominance until I finally melted, moaning into his mouth as I felt the rigid length of him poking my hip through the heavy fabric

Daphne As soon as we got to the living room, Chris grabbed Claire by the waist, his fingers digging into her skin with a force that I was sure would leave a bruise, and threw her onto the velvet sofa. There was no tenderness in the movement; he was a man possessed by a cold, righteous fury."You wanted it rough, Claire? You wanted to feel like you were breaking?" Chris’ voice was a dark, jagged edge as he loomed over her. "I'm going to give you exactly what you asked for, and you're going to beg me to stop before I’m through with you."He didn't wait for her to answer. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the very edge of the sofa, forcing her back against the cushions until her legs were spread wide, hanging over the side while her back remained flat against the chair.Jonathan stood next to the sofa, his eyes fixed on me as I sank to my knees in front of him. He reached down and gripped my hair, tilting my head back so I had no choice but to witness the carnage on the cushions.

Sabastien "It was a mistake," Eva whispered, her voice trembling. "It can’t happen again." I could have sworn I heard a crack sound coming from my heart when I heard her say that. I couldn’t bring myself to move away from her. I kept my forehead pressed against hers for a heartbeat longer than was strictly appropriate, my pulse thundering in my ears like a war drum. My hand was still curved around the side of her neck, my thumb resting just below her jawline where I could feel the frantic, fluttering beat of her heart. I looked down at her lips and they were swollen, wet, and parted. For a split second, the urge to ruin my brother’s girl engulfed me but she said it was a mistake. All it was, was a mistake. I exhaled a ragged, labored breath and forced myself to pull away. "You don't kiss someone like that by accident, Eva," I said, my voice sounding like gravel under a boot. "I'm sorry," she breathed again. "I'm so sorry, Sebastian.""Stop apologizing," I snapped. "Just..

Eva I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I brushed them against the fabric of his trousers. I could feel the hard outline of him beneath the fabric.I moved my hand slowly, stroking him through the cloth, and a low, wild sound vibrated in his chest. It wasn't the quick, impatient grunt I was used to from Julian; it was a sound of pure, unadulterated want.I reached for his belt buckle, my heart hammering against my ribs as I undid it, the metallic click echoing in the room. He helped me, pushing his trousers down until they pooled around his knees.As the fabric fell, I gasped.His boxers were already stained with a dark, wet patch of precum. The sight of it, the physical evidence of how much I had him affected sent a surge of power through me that was almost dizzying. Julian had never been like this. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. They joined his trousers at his knees, and then he was there.He was beautiful. That was the o

SeraphinaI was one of those women who knew they were beautiful I’ve always known that my beauty is a weapon. It’s the kind of looks that stop traffic, the kind that makes powerful men stammer and forget their own names. My husband, Arthur, bought that beauty fair and square in an arranged marriage that looked great on paper and even better in society magazines.Arthur is a good man. He’s kind, he’s a billionaire, and he’s emotionally present. He calls me three times a day from Tokyo or London to ask if I’ve eaten. Even the sex is... fine. It’s polite. It’s "good." But it’s missing the one thing I crave: a spark that actually burns.Then came Cassian.My husband hired him six months ago after a minor kidnapping scare. "The best of the best, Sera," Arthur had told me over a glass of vintage scotch. "Ex-military, Special Forces. He’ll keep you safe and teach you how to handle yourself."What Arthur didn't realize was that he hadn't just hired a guard; he had hired a god carved out of g