Cerbung Hot Novels & Stories

The whole scene oozed with a sultry, drenched allure—an image that radiated temptation. I quickly messaged Lisa, begging her to delete it. But she was too busy flirting with the guys in the group to notice my texts. It took a while before she finally replied with nothing more than a mischievous emoji. "Why act shy?" she messaged back. "There are plenty of guys in the group who work out regularly—there's no way none of them could outdo Corey." "I'm doing this for you, Julie! Trying to help you find your next flame. Don't worry, I've already vetted them all. You'll thank me later."

His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me mercilessly, his ragged breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to come for me,” he commands, his hand sliding beneath my stomach to find my clit. “Now.” His fingers circle, press, and it’s like an electric current rips through me. My orgasm explodes inside me—violent, shattering—forcing me to scream his name, tears burning in my eyes, my entire body trembling uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop, continuing to thrust into me as I convulse around him, my inner walls clenching desperately.

Red ink scrawled across printouts of Greek translations. Cerberus: Guardian of the Underworld. Chimera: Fire-breathing horror. Eternal opposites. Gatekeeper and Destroyer. Her eyes burned from staring too long at the same paragraphs. But every time she blinked, she saw the mall. She saw Cerebus sedated, collapsing, dragged away like trash. She saw the newspapers calling him a monster. She clenched her jaw, whispering into the stale air: “You don’t even know him. None of you.”