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Fear and arousal wore the same costume, and Vivian wore it beautifully. "You don't have to do this," I said, though every fiber of my being wanted to grab her and throw her against one of those fake trees. She swallowed. Her throat moved beneath the delicate column of her neck. "I read about this game in a book once." "A book." "A romance novel." She replied with a ghost of a smile. "The dark ones hunted the yellow ones through a forest. The heroine said it made her feel... wanted." "And you want to feel wanted."

I looked her up and down, from her perfect tits to her perfect legs. She could get anything she wanted, flaunting her sexiness like that. “I bet.” I pulled out my wallet and left the cash on the table. I also pulled out a business card, a single white card with a black skull on the back. “Call me if you change your mind. I’d be happy to be your next climax.” I scooted to the very edge of the stool, leaned forward, and then scooped my hand into those luscious black strands. I gripped the back of her hair tightly before I pressed my mouth lightly against hers. Plump and soft, her lips tasted like candy. So sweet and addictive, they made me wonder if she tasted that way everywhere, especially b

Mid-thirties, maybe, with auburn hair pulled into a bun that begged to be undone. "Riley, focus," she said, tapping the open textbook on her desk. "This essay on forbidden desire in Gothic novels—it's supposed to explore tension, not just summarize the plot." Her eyes met mine, holding a beat too long. I felt heat creep up my neck, my thighs pressing together under the desk. Forbidden desire. Yeah, right.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

A sudden draft swept across her damp heat, sending a violent shiver through her spine. Rowan rose from the chair. He didn't rush; he prowled. He knelt between her spread legs, his presence blotting out the light. The scent of him—sandalwood and something metallic overwhelmed her. He licked his lips, his eyes locked on the wet slit of her pussy as if it were a feast he had waited years to consume. He leaned in. The heat of his breath hit her clit first, a warm puff of air that made her hips jerk upward instinctively.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

He leaned down and kissed her again, his hands exploring her curves with a reverent touch. “In as much as I’m enjoying you leaving passiveness behind, I want you to stay right here,” he instructed, his voice firm yet gentle. Then he folded the handkerchief to form a band which he held up before her. “I’m going to blindfold you,” he said, his voice laced with a mixture of command and tenderness. “Trust me.” Boma’s breath hitched, a blend of excitement and nervousness coursing through her. She nodded, allowing him to tie the soft material around her eyes, plunging her into darkness. The loss of sight heightened her other senses, making her acutely aware of every touch, every sound.

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS