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“Okay, stop, please stop. You’re ridiculous.” She only grinned wider. “Oh please. You’re mad because you can’t relate. You should’ve heard me. I was very loud. I think I screamed his name three times, maybe four. And the way he moved inside me… slow, deep, like he knew every corner of my body.” She threw herself back dramatically. “I saw stars, real ones.” “Okay great you saw real stars,” I sighed. “And you don’t even plan on dating this poor boy.”

DOUBLE THE SIN TWICE THE HEAT AUTHOR’S NOTE; THIS IS A GAY P**N BUT NOT THE REGULAR KIND! This story contains mature themes intended for an adult audience. It explores dark romance elements, including power dynamics, intense emotional tension, possessiveness, and morally complex relationships. Certain scenes may be suggestive, provocative, or uncomfortable for some readers. Please be aware that this is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. The relationships and behaviors depicted are not meant to reflect healthy real-life dynamics.

My other hand moved to cup her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently, contrasting the intensity of everything else. There was a storm raging between us—anger, confusion, frustration, and something deeper, something neither of us could fully understand. But it was there. I felt it, and I knew she did too. Everything we’d been holding back, everything we’d refused to acknowledge, was breaking free in that kiss.

I'm okay with that. His eyes flash. "If you wish to discuss your merits, I believe the conference room is open. We might go over a few things in there." Blood rushes between my legs as I remember the way he pushed me up against that table, and images of the things he said he wanted to do fill my mind. I quickly bend over my computer and begin saving my work. I don't intend to let anything happen here, but if the brief few weeks since I met Roman have taught me anything, it's that I tend to lose my head around him - and that neither of us seems to have any self-control around the other. Since that moment at Hollywood Saves! when we finally broke down and made love, we haven't been able to kee

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

♕𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸♕ 𓆙dark romance𓆙 𓆙forbidden love𓆙 𓆙betrayal𓆙 ♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙

Aurelio didn’t answer. He just stepped closer. God—he smelled like smoke, cedar, and something darker. Something intoxicating. Something wrong. His fingers lifted, brushing a curl behind my ear. “You look better without all your defenses,” he murmured. Heat shot down my spine so hard I had to steady myself. I hated how easily he could do that. I hated how much I wanted him to keep doing it. His eyes dragged slowly down my chest, and then he said it quietly, commanding, dangerous:

I yell back, "YES BRETT WE ARE IN HERE." Brad walks in and stops, looking a little surprised, he says, "Looks like I missed out on some fun?" "Yep" I reply with a big smile on my face, "your brother is quite the romantic one, maybe the best passionate LOVE making I have ever had! You have your work cut out to top him!" Brett shrugs his shoulders and says, "Yea, he always was the romantic one, but that's not me. So if you want hardcore sex, treated like a slut and used, call me!"

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

His hand rested possessively on my lower stomach, feeling the warmth of his seed inside me. “No going back, Ria,” he murmured, kissing my sweat-damp forehead. “This vacation changed everything. We’re going to keep doing this — sneaking around, fucking like animals, risking everything. Because nothing has ever felt this good.” I nodded, exhausted but already craving the next secret moment. The guilt was still there, but it had twisted into something darker and sweeter — pure, sinful addiction. As the first hints of dawn touched the sky, I slipped back to my room, Damien’s cum still leaking down my thighs with every step.