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Standalone Novels Passions Rising: A Forbidden Vampiric Love Story Poor Unfortunate Wolf Ebony’s Pack: Fated to the Ranger Wolves (Continuation to Poor Unfortunate Wolf) Wolves at the Lycan’s Door The Rogue & the Rose Other Fantasy Novels: Blue Moon Bed & Breakfast A Bear’s Mirrored Romance Stay tuned for new novels soon.

"You're still young and may not fully understand the entertainment industry. Who watches art films these days? "Investing in his script would be a waste of money. Nowadays, everyone loves popular stars and light-hearted romantic stories. "At Starshine Entertainment, we excel in this area. Instead of throwing your money away, why not invest in my urban romance drama? It has a low budget, and we've even cast some of the hottest—" "Are you lecturing me?" Hannah coldly interrupted him. Henry's speech was cut off abruptly. Despite her age, Hannah exuded an intimidating air that left him momentarily stunned, and he dared not push further.

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

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WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

Candlelight flickered between them. “Why did you come to my residence to cause harassment?” Jane leaned in, lowering her voice with purpose. “Point of correction — I came to your fake residence to tell your fake wife that I was still interested in being with you... my man.” Dominic’s jaw tensed. “Us no longer exists,” he said. “That chapter ended. We’ve moved on.” “I want us back. Please.” “Jane,” he said, voice firm, “stop. I don’t want to drag this. I invited you here for an adult conversation.”

“Tell me how much you love my cock against yours.” “I love it,” I gasped. “Thick and hard and sliding all over me. Makes me want you inside again.” He groaned, hips snapping. “Soon. But right now I want to watch you come apart.” “Come on, Riley. Give it to me.” His voice was pure command, pushing me right to the edge. “Fuck… Jax!” I came hard, shooting across my own abs and his hand. He followed right after, adding to the mess.

His fingers brushed against the soft folds of her pussy, still damp from her morning shower. Romi gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. “Kamil! Not now, the pancakes!” “The pancakes can wait.” His voice was low, husky. He pulled her against him, letting her feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her. “You feel so good, Romi. So soft. So warm.”

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”