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I think you’ll like gagging on it. I’ve never been so turned on. How is he perfect? He’s my darkest fantasies, no, my favorite morally gray villains in real life. It’s like he ripped free of the pages and walked into my life, ready to make me come harder than any man ever has before. Us book girlies say we only like them because they’re fictional. We swear left and right that if anything in our books happened in real life that we’d turn and run in the other direction, but I don’t think that’s true. Why? Because I’m faced with a man that should have my alarm bells ringing and instead of wanting to run away, I want to fall to my knees and take whatever he has to give. I couldn’t deny the excit

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. Camila's eyes widened, but she complied, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. His tongue tasted like local gin. She could feel the other two watching, their breaths heavy with anticipation. The man with the dark eyes unzipped his pants, his erection springing free. "My turn," he growled, pushing his way into her mouth. Camila moaned, the sound muffled by the flesh filling her mouth. She was a detective and is suppose to arrest these criminals, but here she was fucking them instead.

The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever. I felt like the Little Mermaid, fresh on her new legs, each step a dance on blades. Was that what being alive felt like? Death seemed better. That was what I thought until the bleeding started, a faint seep from my wounds. Francis pulled away, fixing the chaos of the bed. "You'll see," I whispered. "See what?" "The real me." I threw the covers off and got up, my legs barely holding me. However, I made it to the door, one shaky step at a time.

People claimed they didn’t like a bit of pain, but that was all a lie. No one likes their food without salt or for it to taste bland. Vanilla sex still had a minuscule amount of pain. As slow as you think you want it, you still need it hard to come. Someone to pound down on your cunt like he really wants it. To pin you down in the darkness and go slow to enjoy it, but harder to come fast and deep. It’s all in our genes. You couldn’t escape from it, even if you tried. Eliana bobbed her head eagerly, her eyes drooping and the tip of her tongue slipping out.

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His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

Obviously some relationship drama. I wonder who the ex is. The man or the woman. For the brunette's sake, I find myself preferring it be the woman. I know a manipulative bastard when I see one. I watch the brunette's knees soften. Great. She’s going to pass out. I stare at her for another second. Then I set my tablet down because apparently my evening is no longer my own.

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Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.