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but he must be the first in history to fall for a straight-from-birth lesbian who is incapable of feeling any sort of sexual attraction for a man. Miracles happen all the time, remember? A part of his mind whispered. Will Raine ever be his? Wholly? Is he forcing her to do something that's against her nature because he was too selfish and wanted her to himself? "Stop over thinking, Dane." She whispered, drawing his attention back to reality. "It's unhealthy." "I love you, Lorraine Alana Myers." He said passionately. "I love you too, Dennis Lincoln Chukwuma Hudson." She whispered sleepily.

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

May entered Edric's room, packed all her belongings that were inside and carried them to Maryam's room. After she had placed them neatly at the end of her daughter's room, she turned to Maryam, who was sitting crossed leg and reading another novel. This one was bigger than the first book. "And what are you reading now, Maryam?" She looked up from her book with a smile. "Americana by Chimamanda Adichie." May rolled her eyes. "Where do you get all these books from?" "Sandra's older sister gave it to me. I'll have to return it on Monday."

Just the two of us. He didn’t offer me a seat. Instead, he stood close, too close, studying my face. “You said you’ve been having impure thoughts about a priest,” he said softly. “Tell me… what exactly do you imagine him doing to you?” My face burned. My thighs pressed together instinctively. “I… I imagine him kissing me,” I whispered. “Touching me. Taking me in ways that are forbidden.” His breathing had grown heavier. “And does that make you wet, Isabella? Does imagining a man of God fucking you make your innocent little pussy ache?”

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

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I was just as confused as everyone else, but slaves did not speak unless spoken to and definitely not to contradict the Alpha King. "Look at her eyes," the King continued, pointing at me. "They glow gold when no human eyes should glow. She has bewitched the cursed Alpha himself and this is proof of her evil." The crowd murmured agreement and I could feel their fear and hatred pressing down on me from all sides. Some wolves had partially shifted with claws and fangs out and ready to attack and others looked at me like I was a demon that had invaded their sacred ceremony. "I call for her execution," King Lucian announced and his voice rang through the hall with finality.

Nana Spending nights thinking about a masseur you met just once was a bad habit. But when have I ever said I had a good habit? I had always dreamt of being touched every day by different men. I didn't like being touched twice by the same man, variety was the only thing that kept me interested— so I tended to book different masseurs every single time I went for a massage. But Conan's hands felt so good, they were an addiction I didn't want to break. For the first time, I wanted only one pair of hands on me.