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He refused to stop, licking and sucking greedily through every shuddering pulse, drinking down every drop as my hips jerked and twisted in overstimulation. Only when I was a trembling, oversensitive, whimpering mess did he rise. His mouth crashed against mine in a filthy, cum-smeared kiss, letting me taste my own squirt and arousal on his tongue. While we devoured each other, I reached down with a shaky hand and stroked his throbbing cock. It was rock-hard, massive, and pulsing in my grip. He positioned the fat, leaking heat at my entrance, rubbing it up and down my soaked, squirting-wet slit, teasing my hypersensitive clit until I was begging and squirming on the desk.

“Would you like to have anything? Water, tea, coffee…” "No, please, I am not here for that. Have your seat back; we still have a whole lot to discuss and are just getting started.” I politely refused. I know she doesn’t have a lot, so I needed to save myself the trouble of listening to her go on about how she lacks one or two things to offer. Brianna sat down as she continued, “If we were to look at it, I think we should call it a kink, because there is no other explanation than this."

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including non-consensual initiation (dubcon/rape fantasy elements), BDSM (spanking, bondage, gagging, anal play), age gap (23F/older M), rough sex, degradation, and power imbalance. Reader discretion advised... triggers for coercion and humiliation. CHAPTER ONE "So that's what you wear to babysit my kids?" he demanded, looking her over. She looked down. Sure, her t-shirt was v-necked, and her skirt was filmy and loose, but it came to her knees, and her top, while fitted, didn't show that much of her impressive cleavage.

The rhythm was hypnotic—thrust, suck, nip, rim when they switched. Orgasms came in waves—mine, theirs, mingled. Dialogue filled the air: “Suck harder, Father.” “Nip my nipple, please.” “Tongue my hole deeper.” Internal thoughts: This is sin, but perhaps God made us this way. The pleasure is divine. We explored variations—69 with toe sucking added, daisy chain rimming. By the end, exhausted, we lay entangled, kinks satisfied. Word count approaching: Let’s count properly.

Private. He turned to me, eyes black with pure lust. “Alright, Ava. Time to pay your old man's debt like a good little whore.” His big hand shoved straight up under my tank top, rough palm claiming my bare tit completely. He squeezed hard, thumb flicking my stiff nipple as he pulled me into a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, invading my mouth, tasting of whiskey and smoke while he pinched and rolled my nipple hard between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth despite myself, my body betraying me.

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

I stood up so slowly it made her shiver, leaned down, braced my hands on either side of her thighs, and trapped her with my body. “My turn?” I murmured. “Fine.” Her breath hitched. “You want to know one of my kinks?” My voice dropped to gravel. “I like when you stop pretending to be tough and just let me take the lead.” Her lips parted. “And I like it,” I continued, “when you cuss under your breath because you know I hear it through the bond.” Her cheeks flushed deep. “I like when you get defiant,” I said, leaning closer, “because it means later I get to break down that attitude piece by fucking piece.”

The choker looked perfect on her — elegant black leather and silver, discreet enough to pass as jewelry in public, but unmistakable in its purpose to me. “Don’t worry, babe,” I said softly, my voice low and intimate. “Your internet searches are safe with me. Every late-night tab you opened when you thought no one was watching. Every video. Every fantasy you tried to bury. But I…” I reached out and gently traced the edge of the choker with my fingertip, feeling her pulse jump beneath the leather. “I never knew this was your kink. Tell me, princess — what else do you like? Masked men? Knife play? The thrill of being completely at someone’s mercy? Say it.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She

The second the door locked behind me, he would grab me, push me against the wall, or bend me over the desk, and use me like I was his personal fucktoy. One lesson when he had me bent over the desk again, skirt flipped up, while he fucked me from behind so hard the entire desk shook. He kept one hand fisted in my hair and the other spanking my ass red while he slammed into me. “You’re not my student anymore,” he growled, buried deep inside me, his cock stretching me wider. “You’re my little fucktoy. Say it.” “I’m your little fucktoy,” I moaned, pushing back against him desperately. “Use me… please…”