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The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

“Spank me while you destroy me.” He obliged, fucking me even harder until I shattered a fourth time, my juices soaking the floor beneath us. Finally, he pulled me on top, and I straddled his lap. I sank down slowly onto his cock, savoring every thick inch stretching me open. I rode him like a woman possessed, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every bounce. My breasts bounced heavily in his face as he sucked and bit my nipples, sending sparks straight to my core. “Cum on my cock again, Mia,” he growled, gripping my ass and thrusting up to meet me. “Soak me.”

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

Maybe he was a fan of Fifty Shades. He could have learned all the moves from the book. Paige glanced at Chris. He did not seem like the type to read erotica. Perhaps the book was his bible. Paige lifted the covers and looked at Chris smoking. Then, it dawned on her. Chris did not have a tobacco addiction. He did not really smoke. However, he enjoyed a puff or two after their bedroom fun. Paige asked Chris nervously, “You respect the old and care for the young, right?”

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

Not even now, with just the two of them standing in a gold-plated box suspended 40 floors above Manhattan. When the doors slid open, she broke the silence first. "You didn't have to do that," she said, stepping into the sleek marble-and-glass suite, that smelled of leather and polished power. "I know," Damien replied simply, following her inside. "But I wanted to." She turned to face him, arms crossed. "Why?" His expression remained steady. "Because I hate seeing people humiliated by the weak." Her heart thudded. "That was... specific." "You were the only interesting thing in that room," he said. "And you were seconds away from breaking."

Vesper smirked, grinding her hips slowly against mine. “Oh we’re definitely going live tonight, baby,” she purred, her voice turning filthy again. “But first… I need to remind this pussy who it belongs to.” She kissed me hard, and I melted underneath her. Life with Vesper was insane, obsessive, filthy… and perfect. I wouldn’t change a single thing.

"You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now." "Fuck." My eyelids flutter shut, and my hand trembles where it’s resting against his shoulder. The air in the room feels thick, heavy with the scent of his cologne and the unspoken tension between us. Suddenly, his hand leaves my hip, and a split second later, it comes down hard against my ass. The sharp *smack* of the spank echoes in the quiet room. I let out a sharp gasp, my eyes snapping open. The sensation is a mix of stinging heat and a jolt of electricity that shoots straight to my core.

Chelsey "You’re so tight," he murmurs. "But you’re loosening up so good for me. Feel that?" I do. The burn is fading, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure. It is a profound shift, the discomfort melting into a satisfying fullness that hummed with potential. My thoughts spiral again: This is intense. I never thought I’d like this, but his touch is driving me insane. I need him inside me there. "Julian," I moan. "I’m ready. Do it."