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She felt a strange, burning pleasure hearing his dirty talk while he fucked her relentlessly. She started chasing her pleasure, riding him. He grabbed her breasts firmly, squeezing and kneading them, making her moan loudly. He couldn’t control himself anymore and started thrusting his hips up faster than before while gripping her waist, keeping her exactly where he wanted. “You could make anyone crazy, Violet....” he growled before sitting up and hugging her body tighter. His thrusts became almost violent, his pace unrelenting, each movement driving her to the edge again and again. Her moans, gasps, and cries filled the room, blending with his growls and ragged breaths.

Melanie opened it and found that the video of her slapping herself had been shared in several group chats. [She looks like a stray dog no one wants!] [Isn’t she just Ken’s lapdog? If Ken told her to eat dirt, she would.] Screenshots from the group chats spread online, fueling the excitement of Ken and Jennifer’s fans. [Who is this mistress getting what she deserves? (smirks)] [Ken truly loves his wife. He’s so ruthless to this gold-digger! I love it!] [Stick to being a screenwriter! Why try to be a mistress? Did you really think Ken, the ultimate boyfriend, would put up with your nonsense? Serves you right!]

"Fucking cry. But you'll scream my name when you come. Aiden…. That's all that will come out of that pretty mouth." He thrust harder, his movements more violent, and I felt the edges of pain blur into something terrifyingly close to pleasure. I was losing myself, lost in the madness he brought. "Fuck," he groaned, his teeth grazing my ear as his pace quickened. "I'll make sure you feel this tomorrow. I'll make sure you fucking bleed for me." He slammed into me one last time, his grip tightening as he emptied inside me, cursing, groaning, claiming me with every brutal breath.

Frank directly looked like a sex addict who wanted everyone to know how good it was. A scene played in my mind. It was the scene where Xavier pushed inside me many times in a single night. It was so painful and pleasurable that I felt like I could do it every day if not for the pain in my butt and the slight sickness the next day. I cleared my throat and sat right. The pain from my butt seemed to trigger more of the obscene thoughts. "Let's just drink," I said and started drinking again. "I'm going into a room," Jude was the first to stand up. "I'm feeling dizzy already. I will relax with my boyfriend for the night," He waved his hand, picked his room key on the table, and made his way upsta

Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior.

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed as his intense gaze continued to explore my body. After a moment, he tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his piercing blue eyes. I felt heat coursing through my veins, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Unable to hold his gaze, I lowered my eyes, struggling to understand the strange sensations he ignited within me. I was supposed to despise this man who had kidnapped and threatened me into marriage. I shouldn't allow him to touch me or enjoy his caresses. And yet, here I was, my body responding to his in ways I couldn't control. This ruthless man had not only imprisoned me, but he had also caged my heart, my desires, and my very being.

I moaned. “You’re so wet again, Eda… Such a slutty little wolf we have here…” Izar growled. He circled my cl*t with his finger while Cygnus pushed his inside my core. My juices flowed even more as they both began sucking on my nipples. “Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! More! Please give me your c*cks! Ahhhh!” They stopped sucking and raised my arms. I was surprised when cuffs clamped around my wrists and ankles. They looked like metal cuffs, but the texture was soft and smooth so they wouldn’t hurt me even if I pulled. My legs were spread wide, and I squirmed as Cygnus blew on my core. I was splayed on the bed and trapped, like some savage had caught me to do wicked things. It made me even more excite

The chrome cage shines in the dim light and Ted lets out a soft, muted laugh. “Someone’s clearly been a bad boy. Let’s show him how his wife is supposed to be fucked, Teddie. Show him how that thick cock can make her cream.” Your body trembles, your lust and want building as you watch his cock stretching her open with each deep stroke. You can hear your wife’s muffled moans, her tongue working across Cathy’s clit and picking up pace as her body starts to shake. Cathy reaches down and squeezes your wife’s hard nipples between her fingers.

Angelo was currently naked inside his room, his massive monster cock inside a pretty girl's pussy whilst sweat drips down his irresistible frame. Earlier that day, he was taking a stroll in the castle hallway half clothed, his top was bare showing his hot endowment, while he was wearing ash Joggers beneath, as his muscles were flexing as he walked, a girl and her friend were approaching from the front whispering to themselves how good and dreamy Fenrir was and how huge his thing was too. It turns out that Fenrir just ducked own of them till fainting yesterday and she was just waking up now, still weak to the knee, she managed to call her friend who was the other now, and the limping one is c

***** KADE Fury. Unbridled white hot fury unlike anything I had ever felt before was coursing through me on a closed circuit. I had my walls firmly in place to block out as much of my emotions and thoughts as possible incase anything slipped through the bond, but that was the best I could do. The bitch would die for this – for the pain she caused my mate as well as throwing her past onto the fucking walls as if it was primetime television for her own amusement.