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We continued talking for almost another hour. Mostly about Stephen. Or more specifically, how much Amelia hated him now. “I swear if I ever see that idiot—” “You’ll kill him?” I finished with a laugh. “Exactly.” I smiled softly. God, I loved her. Then suddenly Amelia gasped loudly. “Oh my God.” “What?” “You need rebound sex.” I nearly choked. “Amelia!” “I’m serious,” she continued excitedly. “You need some insanely handsome guy to fuck Stephen completely out of your system.”

He tortured them alternately, twisting, slapping, biting, turning the pale skin red and marked, her massive tits heaving with each ragged breath. Marie arched her back sharply, a keen moan escaping as she raked her nails down his broad back and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer in loving desperation. The way she caressed him was kinky in its tenderness amid the roughness, her touches worshipful like she was adoring her tormentor, fingers tracing the ridges of his muscles while he abused her sensitive peaks. Satisfied with her tits for the moment, Brad trailed his mouth lower, shoving her thighs wide apart to expose her dripping folds. He dove in, sucking her clit hard

Too quickly. She laughed, sharp and bitter. “You think I don’t see it? Ever since she came back, you’ve been distant. You barely touch me and barely even look at me.” “I have responsibilities,” I replied. “So do I,” she said. “I am your mate.” The word felt wrong and heavy. Like a chain instead of a bond. “And yet,” she continued, her voice breaking, “you haven’t touched me in weeks.” Silence filled the room. “This is not the time,” I said.

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she called back as the pleasure she had derived from it flashed through her mind and made her pussy tingle a bit. It took a week for Mr. Brooks to fix James's phone. During that time Darlene found herself having more frequent and more lurid fantasies about her son and his girlfriend... and herself. She had long been a fan of the erotic-story website, Literotica, but while her taste in those stories had been more in the "Loving Wives" category, she found herself reading more "Incest/Taboo" stories now, about women--MILFs--who either seduced their sons or who were seduced by them. Many of them included threesomes with the son's girlfriend. And there were plenty of them! Obviously, she was far

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

We were sworn enemies, different wolf breeds that loathed the other ever since the war, how then could we be mates? Alpha Liam, my mate? Impossible. Despite the lingering feeling of foreboding and danger, I felt like running into his arms. My body was acting completely opposite manner. His heavy scent continued to linger in the air as he appraoched. He suddenly took off and began to run towards me, his face filled with rage and unwavering disgust. I bent down immediately, wrapping my trembling hands around my legs, listlessly resigning to my sad fate. Perhaps this is how I had been destined to die.

“Y-yes.” He scoffed. “Well, I’ll tell you… Asking you to be my fuck buddy was a mistake. From now on, that rule or whatever the fuck it is ends. That stupid rule was a mistake, something I said in the moment because I was high on sex. So, please, understand me…The rule has ended and there will be no sexual contact between us again. We will go back to our old rule and the reason why we got married. Additionally, after two years, we will get a divorce, and I will set you free.” My heart shattered into a million pieces.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

"I'm sorry, bro. That must have been tough. It takes someone who was raised by an abusive father to know how it feels to be in your shoes," "Your dad was abusive?" Austin asked, his curiosity evident in his tone. "Both of them were," I confessed. "My mother was emotionally abusive, while my father was both emotionally and physically abusive. I did everything I could to keep Shane away from all that negativity." "Which means you took all the abuse to protect Shane?" "Not entirely," I replied. "I said I tried to protect him, but there were times he got to him when I wasn't around." "That's fucked up"