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on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

Carter’s POV The last locker door clanged loudly, followed by the sound of the bolt locking it. “See you later, losers!” Bryce yelled as he hurried out. “Later, loser!” I called back. “Bye, Bryce,” Liam waved. He turned to me once Bryce was gone, picking up right where he’d left off. “I'm telling you, if Miller keeps blowing his breaks, we’re toast,” he grunted, his broad shoulders slumped in exhaustion as he peeled off his sweaty socks.

“Rodrick alone would have hit the south the way he always hits, head on, where his pride wanted to. This was patient. This watched us double the south and chose the place we’d thinned in response. This is the Broker.” Brynn stood at her mate’s shoulder, reading the report, and saw the same shape. Whoever was guiding Rodrick now thought the way Isla used to, two moves ahead, looking for the gap created by the obvious defense. The Broker was not just funding the wounded enemy. They were teaching him to fight better than he ever had on his own. “He’ll do it again,” Brynn said. “Now that he knows it works. Different place, same logic. Wherever we shift to cover, he hits where we shifted from.”

1. Fridays Are The Best Eve rolled out of bed with a growl. It's Friday, it's the Friday before her graduation from high school and it's also the first Friday of being legal. Being 18 and old enough to be able to do anything she wants, well almost anything she wants. But the best part of this Friday, the best part of this Friday over all the other Fridays she has had is that today her big brother is coming home.

hello everyone, author here. the book 2 of the sex doctor will be on hold for now and in the meantime you can check out my new book "CONTRACTED TO THE MAFIA BROTHERS (18+)". the synopsis of this book was posted previously but here it is Again "Synopsis" HIGHLY RATED(18+) Author's warnings: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT, ABUSE, ILLEGAL ACTIONS AND DEATH. IF YOU CANT WITHSTAND ANY OF THIS MENTIONED ABOVE, KINDLY PASS BECAUSE IT'S NOT FOR THE WEAK.

This book, Miss Brogan, is not the Gospel of Lucifer. Blake smiled and held up the book in front of me, following the direction of my gaze and leaning closer until I could feel his breath on my face. 'It is the Gospel of Helel.' His Gospel. Ethan had a fucking Gospel written about him. The Gospel of Helel. I couldn't process it. How was I meant to process something like this?

She nipped his lower lip gently and she could feel him half-smile against her mouth. His hand slid higher over her smooth back, to just below the clasp of her bra. His hand was so big she imagined it could span her entire back. With a practiced flick of his wrist and fingers, he opened the clasp. Sasha felt her bra loosen, but she was lost in a maelstrom of lust so strong that she wanted nothing more than for him take the weight and fullness of her breast into his palm—which he promptly did, sliding his whole hand around her ribs as if loath not to caress every part of her. The sensation was so shockingly electric that she gasped and wrenched her mouth from his, breathing jerkily.

And here I am beneath my stepbrother, who was fucking me hard into his mattress like he'd been waiting his whole life to do it. I didn't want him to stop. I wrapped my hand back and gripped his thigh, pulling him deeper. He groaned. “You want more?” “More,” I begged. “Harder.” He gave it to me. Harder and faster. His rhythm shattering as he was close, and so was I. “Come for me,” he growled. “Now. Come on my cock.” I shattered. Drenched around him. He screamed into my shoulder and spilled deep inside me. Pumping through every wave of my climax. We stayed there panting, sweating, tangled in the twisted sheets.

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

_Luca’d POV— I had always believed control was an armor. A weapon. A discipline honed so sharp it could cut through chaos itself. My brothers never understood it—Matteo with his temper, Nico with his heart. They bled emotions everywhere, made themselves vulnerable to cracks they didn’t see coming. I had sworn long ago never to be that weak. And yet, here I was, replaying the image of Amelie’s bracelet lying abandoned on that filthy wooden floor, and the armor felt thin. Too thin.