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“Noted, Miss Olivia. Anything else?” I hesitated, then smiled a little, feeling oddly shy about the last part. “I, uh… I have a guilty pleasure for spicy food. Like really spicy. Especially Korean food. Tteokbokki, ramyeon, kimchi—if it burns, I’ll probably love it.” Her eyes lit up in surprise. “Ah! Very well, miss. I’ll inform the kitchen.” “Thank you,” I said, already climbing the stairs before she could add another polite question.

“Each bite is a festival on my tongue—a glorious parade of spice, sweetness, and silken textures! I swear, it’s as if the heavens themselves kissed this meal! My taste buds are weeping with joy! This… this is not food. This is a divine revelation!” Athena couldn’t take digest the praise. She seemed to be the one having stomach problems. Poisoned minds, poisoned stomachs. She gestured towards Zane and lashed out, “Beta Zane is crying! How horrible must it be?” “I am sensitive to spicy food but I can’t seem to stop,” Zane wept. “This Raj Kachori is food for my soul. Dr. Maya, can you please make some more for me later? I am addicted,” he explained, much to everyone’s surprise.

“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

He was so big my hand didn’t fully close around him, the heat of his skin burning into my palm, the rigid length pulsing with barely contained need. “Fuck, Sophia,” he breathed, his voice low and rough, dark eyes clouded with raw lust as he looked down at me. I leaned in slowly, my breath ghosting over the sensitive head before I parted my lips and took him into my mouth. The taste was intensely masculine— salty, slightly musky and strangely intoxicating. I started slow, swirling my tongue around the swollen, glistening head, tracing the ridge beneath it and savoring the way his hips jerked in response.

“This neglected little pussy is dripping for me. I’m going to eat you until you scream.” Sophia’s head fell back with a loud moan, her fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured her. He pushed two thick fingers deep inside her, curling against her G-spot while his tongue flicked and sucked expertly. The first orgasm hit fast and hard. Her thighs shook around his head as she came, crying out as immense pleasure exploded through her core.

Charlotte woke to the slow, deliberate lash of a tongue against her clit. The sensation hit like a spark… sharp, electric and unexpected. Her body responded before her mind fully caught up: a soft gasp escaped her lips, hips lifting instinctively toward the source of pleasure. The tip of that same tongue flicked over the swollen bud repeatedly… teasing strokes that sent zinging sensations racing through her core, down her thighs and up her spine. Each flick was precise, maddening, designed to make her ache without mercy

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!