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“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

I could feel my nipples tightening from the cool air and the intensity rolling off him in waves. My mind screamed danger, but my body… God, my body was reacting like a traitor, heat rushing through me. “Let go of me,” I whispered, but it came out breathier than I wanted. His thumb brushed my lower lip, rough and calloused. For a split second his eyes darkened, dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. “You’ve got fire. Good. You’re gonna need it here.” One of the other bikers laughed from the corner. “She’s shaking like a leaf, Prez. Maybe she needs warming up.”

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

Warning: This chapter will contain an explicit mature scene. ~*~ We engaged in a passionate kiss as the heat started to arose in this scenario. The sound of our pants and my muffled moan resounded inside the bedroom as we both got lost in the moment. He held my waist, pulling me close to him and I raked his hair, deepening our kiss in anticipation. Our chests collided, and our bodies were ignited. When his tongue grazed my bottom lip as if asking for permission to enter, I parted my mouth. Our tongues danced in sync, with his hands moving further down my hips. His tongue explored my mouth, as the heat began to devour me. Every second and every touch was enough to make me feel on edge. I badl

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

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He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

“Soak my cock, my loud girl. Let me feel you.” Her pussy squeezed his cock tightly, juices squirted out, soaked him, and dripped down her legs. Eva screamed, “Aaah! Yes!” her body shaking, vision blurring. He kept thrusting, spanking, his mouth on her breast, pulling another cry, “Ohhh!” “More,” Hayes said, his voice tight, cock swelling, lips biting her nipple. “Give me another, my wild girl.” Her pussy gripped him tightly, more juices spilled out, and they pooled on the floor. Eva screamed, “Aaah! Fuck!” her thighs trembling. “I can’t,” she sobbed, “Mmm, too much!” her hands slipping.

she was silent. "Answer me, huh, you're ready?" she was still silent. "Are my 7 inch rod make you feel good? Huh? Answer me? I swear I'll make this even longer if you don't answer me." "Let's go off me, please..." "Wrong answer, baby," I said. And I hurt her so much until I really hit the peak of pleasure, then I let go of her. I know this is abuse. This is bad and crime. There is nothing romantic about this because Nadya cries and struggles. And this is the beginning of the disaster.