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, he begged, "do not let me go through this, as it would be so hard for me to bear. I'm already at a point of intense grief at what had happened today. I'm sorry for what I did and I promise it won't happen again, but please do not deny me my happiness and also remember that, contrary to what you think, it will also make my working for you much more effective and easier." I waved him off with a flick of my hand," "don't worry, I'll get you a diary and a pen, and I'm very sure you will get along just fine with writing my daily routines into the diary I'll give to you. Come to think of it", I was sitting in the front seat so I quickly opened the dashboard and brought out a book that had been t

The sight was ravishingly tempting, urging him to do something sinful to her. Luca was tempted to be buried deep inside her, but he refrained from doing so. He didn't want to get her mad. She passed out on him last night so he was sure she would be pissed when she'd wake up but then again. When it came to her, he just couldn't get enough of her no matter how much he tried to control himself. She was such an addiction that it scares the f*ck out of him sometimes and yet again he was tempted to devour her all the time.

They were so greedy to ruffle my stamina. My back greets the softness of the mattress, but the pounding on my asshole intensifies with the alternating suction in front of my body. Like Satya said, I'm a bitch, I'm dirty, I enjoy being a spectacle, I'm... addicted to more challenging games. "Ah!" I repeated the sigh every time Arman reached the deepest part. He kept digging for pleasure until a shot from him warmed my back. It wasn't just him who breathed a sigh of relief, I was already having trouble moving as I became the target of the hungry cats' passion.

Everyone was waiting for us, when we got there. “Good job everyone,” I announced,”You all can take the next 2 days off.” Everyone cheered, and got into the cars. When I got into the car, I grabbed my phone, and saw a text from my father. It read: I know what you did…I’ll see you when you get back. Oh sh!t.. . I soon drifted off to sleep with two things on my mind. Ken Walter and The devil's Brotherhood…

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

“Ride me like you mean it. Tell me you don’t want your old life back.” “I don’t want it back,” I moaned, grinding down on him. “This is all I need. Your cock destroying me every day.” My pussy clenched around him as I got closer. The addiction felt real now. The echoes had taken over completely. I couldn’t imagine leaving these chains or his touch. “Please let me cum. I’m so close.” He held my hips and controlled the pace, keeping me on the edge.

It fueled the fire within me to break him, to dismantle his resistance piece by agonizing piece, and then to remold him into the perfect image of my desire: a submissive possession, utterly devoted and compliant. I swear, I felt like I'd stumbled upon some potent, addictive drug. Tristan was that drug, an intoxicating addiction that sunk its claws into me the moment I first tasted him. I already bedded countless men and women, each encounter a fleeting amusement, a temporary distraction. None of them had even come close to igniting the fire that Tristan had unleashed within me.

Not even a scar to remember it by, almost like it never happened. Caden wouldn’t shut up about wanting to know where I was, and I myself wanted to talk about this shocking development with somebody, so when I got back into the room, I climbed the bed and sat cross-legged to narrate the entirety of what happened, leaving out the more…intimate bits. He sat there, his eyes widening, mouth gaping with every detail I gave. When I was done, he blinked at me. “So in summary of your night of adventure, you went on a run and got kidnapped by a smoking hot vampire who turns out to be your mate, as confirmed by your very horny, very much into him wolf?”

I lay on my side—blanket pulled tight—cum still leaking slow from between my legs, ass tender, throat raw. My clit still pulsed faintly—aftershocks rolling through me. I was addicted and ruined. And I’d never felt more alive.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.