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EXTREME CONTENT WARNING This story (especially Chapters 4 and 5) contains highly explicit, intense, and taboo adult material that is intended ONLY for consenting adults 18+ (21+ in some regions) who actively enjoy extreme dark erotica. The content includes, but is not limited to: ● Intense non-consensual fantasy themes (CNC) and total power exchange ● Extreme degradation and humiliating language (very nasty, filthy dirty talk) ● Graphic depictions of rough anal sex, double penetration, fisting, gape play, and multiple forced orgasms

Content Warning Dear Readers, Starting from this chapter, the story delves into darker and more intense themes that may not be suitable for all audiences. This includes explicit sexual content, BDSM dynamics, strong language, graphic violence, blood, references to drug use, emotional manipulation, and other mature or potentially triggering material. Please proceed with caution and take care of your mental and emotional well-being. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This story is intended for a mature audience (18+) and explores complex relationships and emotions within a fictional context.

He wrapped one hand firmly around my neck—not to choke, but to claim—and looked me dead in the eye. "You like that, don't you?" Kael muttered, his voice a dark, filthy caress. "You like being the middle of a brother sandwich. You like knowing that Mark is probably sleeping while we're in here turning you into our personal playground." The dirty talk was the final straw. I was stroking Jax with my free hand as he hovered by my side, his dick leaking precum that smeared against my palm. The rhythm increased. Kael and Dante found a synchronization that was terrifying, their thrusts meeting in the middle of my body, creating a friction that felt like liquid fire.

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I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

She looks at me more tears running down her face. "No,no ,not Amanda ? She's young enough to be your daughter and she's... oh my God oh Jesus no ,no she's a child you took advantage of her " No ,no baby listen it was not like that she came on to me hard , Its not an excuse but it's the truth I just fell for it "I don't want to hear anymore ,I am leaving " Kate no baby we can talk about this I do love you ,our family our life " If you loved me so much you would have not fucked a teenager!!"

RED She smiled at me and moved closer to where I sat. She took my hands in hers and closed her sharp eyes. I watched as she started humming a song I couldn’t comprehend. When she finished she opened her eyes and smiled. “On your eighteenth birthday, your mate will come. But beware for he will be a creature of the night…”

There was no explanation offered. And I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maybe it’s that stupid thing that some of my friends do where they go after the very boy that ignores them. Or maybe, I’ve fallen for him with-out realizing it. Either way, I was hungry. In my desperation, I created a fake profile on a dating app, and kind-of, sort-of…catfished him. He doesn’t know that the girl he’s talking to is me. Though we’ve exchanged a lot of our thoughts, and even certain fantasies…I’ve remained anonymous. All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.