Romans & histoires 120 Days Of Sodom Audiobook

And that was it; he got fulfilled in just a few minutes while I was fighting off my annoyance for being left out. I sighed inwardly. When would he get the courage to correct his sexual flaw – the premature ejaculation syndrome? “Thank you, dear. It was so good,” Zed whispered in my ear, his breathing fanning the side of my face. I just smiled and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. And I really hope I could sleep off my frustration every time I got unfulfilled during our lovemaking.

Dylan Thomson's first love, Jocelyn Wilkes, had returned from Northia. That day, he poured me a cup of water with sweet clover added to it and handed it to me. "The silver venom has penetrated her bones. She only has 21 days left and wants to spend her last days of life with me." He spoke very calmly, as if he were talking about the weather that day. There was no trace of emotion in his voice at all. I frowned. "At a time like this, she should be looking for the pack's elders, shouldn't she? Why is she looking for you?"

POV X Why do I have to be such a dick? Why couldn’t I just tell her that I thought of her nonstop while I was away, why couldn’t I say I hated leaving her Friday morning, while she lay there naked in my bed looking like a goddess? That I thought about our night together over and over in my head, wanting more, wanting her beautiful lips wrapped around my cock again while I come in her mouth, wanting to get lost in her all over again, to be buried deep inside of her like the air I need to live? But I didn’t, because I’m a fucking idiot. It’s been an hour since I left Millie on the beach and she still hasn’t come up. Why did I have to be so harsh to that sweet, beautiful girl? I’m feeling

He began and I swallowed even as I found his words offensive but I felt embarrassed because he was speaking facts. But what kind of a deal was he talking about? “60 days Sophia, you have 60 days to succeed where others have failed.” He said with a stern voice and my brows furrowed as I stared up at him. “What?” “Seduce me in 60 days, make we want you in every way imaginable and every single penny you owe me is gone.” “You mean?” I asked. “I don’t know what love is all about but I heard it is the most beautiful thing ever, that makes me want to experience it…give me a feeling of it. it’s as simple as that,” he added with a cold look that pierced right into my soul.

He stood up, placing a foot of freezing air between us. "Get some sleep, Nora," Silas said softly, his voice hollow and resigned. "Seventy-two days left." He turned and walked toward his side of the bed, leaving me sitting in the dark, my skin burning, my heart racing, and the terrifying realization dawning on me that the "detox" was failing.

CHAPTER SIX : THE STARE Leon stood outside the club for exactly four minutes. He knew because he counted every second, one hand crushing his laptop against his chest, the other pressed flat to the cold brick wall. Holding himself up… Just breathing… Just trying to make his damn legs work. “Homosexuality is a sin.” The old man’s voice sliced through his skull again. “Desire is a bottomless abyss, Leon. You understand me? Bottomless.” He understood. He’d spent his whole life understanding.

He pushed his nose and mouth to her neck, smelling the heaven of the most seductive perfume he's ever smelt, Chanel coco mademoiselle Eau de parfum spray. "She said I should..." She bit her lip, not knowing how he managed to get her to start sprouting it out with just his nose marking her neck. "Go on." He pressed, pulling her closer to his body, making her sentient of his body tightly pressed against. When he bit her there, where her pulse is, she sprouted them out only to regret nanosecond later. "She said I should fall pregnant in twenty one days." "Really?" He moved back, his eyes shining with mirth, amusement, desire and something she couldn't name but her embarrassment made it even har

Sophie's pov *The celler* The door slammed shut with the finality of a coffin lid, the sound reverberating through nine-year-old Damien's bones. Dust motes swirled in the single shaft of light from the high basement window before darkness swallowed them whole. "Three days," Charles Blackstone's voice filtered through the heavy oak, distorted and hollow like he was speaking through water. "Let's see if darkness can cure weakness." The lock clicked - a sound Damien would hear in his nightmares for decades.

) My body convulsed, waves dragging me under, until I was boneless in his arms, panting, half-sobbing. He didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, relentless, drawing out every drop of pleasure until I swore I saw stars. “Lucian—I can’t—” “Yes, you can. Again.” His tone was iron, demanding. “No—too much—” “Trust me.” He pressed harder, faster, and my body betrayed me again, another climax tearing through me so violently I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the scream. His curse was ragged this time. “Porca miseria.” (Holy shit.)

I really can’t wait for the day I’ll leave this place for good so I don’t have to talk to him anymore. "Easy, Luna. You’re gonna explode." "I am gonna explode. I hate him." He chuckled. "I guess it’s a heated one," He said, nodding. "Care for a drink and tell me all about it?" I nodded. Dominic led me to the kitchen counter where he poured a glass of champagne for me, and I sat down on the barstool. He handed the glass to me. "Now tell me everything." I sighed heavily. "Jacob is an asshole." I went on, telling Dominic everything about what Jacob did. He wasn’t surprised at all, which was no coincidence—Jacob was known for his unpleasant behavior.