Books Like The Virgin Suicides Novels & Stories

"Why?" "Because I want to know you more, not just the mate the Goddess forced on me." Avery was quiet for a long moment, pushing a piece of asparagus around her plate. "I like rainy days. The kind where you can stay inside and not feel guilty about it. And old books. The ones that smell like dust and paper. I used to steal them from the public library when I was a kid because we couldn't afford to buy any." "What about music?" "Anything with a strong beat. Nothing soft or sad." She glanced up, a small challenge in her eyes. "What about you? What does the big bad Alpha actually like when he's not killing rogues or ordering people around?"

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

“This tight little virgin ass is clenching already. Begging to be filled.” I bit my lip hard, fighting the moan that wanted to escape. “I hate you. You kidnapped me. You’re a monster.” “Yet you’re leaking all over my hand like a desperate slut.” He pushed one finger inside me, rough and deep. The stretch burned, but he curled it immediately, hitting that spot that made my cock jump in his fist. “Fuck…Vincenzo…stop,” I gasped, pulling at the chains. Pleasure shot through me, hot and unwanted, drowning out the hatred. My body betrayed me completely, hole fluttering around his finger as he added a second one.

The sensation was electric and it was a jolt that made me arch my back against the stall wall. “Oh…fuck”, I breathed, my voice coming out in a ragged whisper. “Jax…please…”. He chuckled low and the sound vibrated against my skin. “You taste like innocence and sin”, he said, his tongue flicking over my clit in deliberate, teasing strokes. “Mmm…ahhhh…ohhh…ohhh…”. I kept moaning as his fingers slipped inside me. “You're so tight Wendy”, he said. “I can feel the tight, virgin grip of your walls. I'm gonna stretch you nice and slow”.

I picked one of the books on the table that lay open without closing the pages, and scanned the pictures in it before reading the words. Thank the gods for the nights Yennefer would not let me sleep as a kid until I had learned the words she scribbled for me on carved wood. From the moon-born witches comes the curse that splits a man in two… and the maiden who sees beyond sight shall awaken the truth of it. Why was he reading about witches and curses? I had looked forward to seeing political messages or notes on his countless travels. What does this even mean?

My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three. The silence in the jet was heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the clinking of ice cubes in the glass Paolo was holding. He had settled across from me, his gaze fixed on mine as if to analyze and dissect me. I felt exposed, as if his eyes could read everything I was trying to hide. Finally, he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. — So, Allyssa... Why? Why would a girl like you end up down there, selling herself in a sordid basement? You're young, beautiful... full of potential. And, what's more, you were a virgin.

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

There was no way to make a call now. “Oh, you mean this?” Sebastian pulled a cell from another book under his pillow. “How do you have a knife and cell in here?” “You are such a detective even in that jumpsuit,” he threw the cell at me and I caught it with ease, “You are lucky I feel sorry for you. I hope that devil of yours knows they are doing. If not, tell them all to prepare to die.” Charles and Nick were not getting away from this anymore. If they want a devil, I will give them one or be one myself. No one was going to die.

I should have been happy, everything was finally perfect which is why it scared me. That night, as I sat working on a chapter of my upcoming memoir, The Surrogate Virgin, a new email popped up in my inbox. No sender or subject, just one attachment. I hesitated and clicked on it. It was a blurry photo taken from a distance. Noah and Catherine are standing close and her hand on his arm. The date in the corner read: two years ago. Before me and before all of this but the timing didn’t ease the knot forming in my chest.