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Claire’s heart pounded like a war drum as Aaron’s words hung in the air, thick with promise and peril. “Why not? Matthew’s gone. You’re lonely. I’m here.” His blue eyes bored into hers, dark with lust, and before she could form a coherent protest, his mouth was on hers again—fierce, demanding, nothing like the playful pecks of their sibling past. His tongue invaded, tangling with hers in a dance that sent sparks racing down her spine. She tasted coffee and something uniquely him, forbidden. Her hands fisted in his shirt, intending to push him away, but her body betrayed her, pulling him closer instead. This is wrong, her mind screamed, flashes of Matthew’s face flickering like guilt-ridden g

Cerena fell for his charm even as she was trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could she ignore the temptation that came along with it. THIS STORY IS RATED 18+ CONTAINS PART OF BDSM, NOTHING TOO EXTREME THOUGH, JUST MILD. SO IF YOU ARE NOT THE TYPE TO ENJOY STORIES LIKE THIS ONE, I'M SORRY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. ***** DISCLAIMER: This book is a work of fiction. Names, Character, Places and Incidents are either a product of my imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. And any resemblance to actual persons, [living or dead], business establishments, events or local are purely coincidental and unintentional.

“It’s perfect… I’ll never take it off.” “I’ll never leave you,” she whispered fiercely, nestling into his chest. “I’ll never want anyone else. You’ve ruined me for everyone forever.” He kissed her deeply, possessively, his arms tightening around her. “Good. Because I’ll keep corrupting you, claiming you, loving you like this… forever.” They fell asleep tangled together in the mirrored sanctuary, surrounded by infinite reflections of their forbidden bond. Clara was completely ruined. And she had never been happier. Forever his.

There, she has a one-night stand with a guy who, surprise, happens to be the son of her dad's new fiancée. As Elissa navigates this unexpected romance, she grapples with family secrets and her own feelings. Will she be able to handle the complications that come with this forbidden love, or will everything fall apart? Join Elissa on a journey of love, surprises, and family drama as she discovers the twists life has in store.

‎I bit my lower lip as Tyson took a step closer, we were still just outside their room. ‎A desperate need filled my body as I met his eyes. How long could I deny I'm attracted to him? I know I wouldn't be able to deny it for long. ‎"You're my elder sister's husband, Tyson. We can't have sex together, it's wrong," I said, trying to be reasonable. But it came out as a breathless whisper and it only served to increase the tension between us. ‎"Are you saying it's naughty... and forbidden?" he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm.

he gasped. "That is not love," Arven whispered. "That is need. That is sickness. You built a cage and called it love." Vladimir looked at the old sigils on the walls. "She'll leave me." "She'll become her," Arven said. "Whole. Free. Terrible, perhaps. But no longer yours to shape." A long silence. Then Vladimir's voice cracked. "I don't want her to hate me." "Then stop giving her reason to." Vladimir flinched as if the words had hit bone.

Help! Erica yelled, her voice slicing through the quietness of the cab. She leapt on the door knob pulling as hard and as fast as she could. It didn’t budge. “Child proof locks, honey," the driver laughed. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” Adrenaline shot through Erica's bloodstream, pumping like a war drum. She scratched the window, hitting her fists against the glass, desperate to break free. However, the panes were strong, backed up—not thin enough to break by herself. The car jerked violently to the right, lifting Erica from the passenger side against the door.

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

I pulled closer. "What question?" He responded.. "It's nothing serious but it's about a friend, she was adopted by a good family but she finds herself in love with her foster brother,are they doing something wrong?"... I wanted to know the views from dad's perspective, maybe he might not think of it as an abomination but something that happens , and it's called love... "Nina, for me, as long as they're not related, they're meant to be together,". He kissed me on my forehead and smiled..

One of the attendants gestures towards the black Maserati that pulls up and I eye it briefly in appreciation before turning back to him. “I know what it’s like to fall in love with someone you shouldn’t,” he continues. “While our situations are different, they are similar in that we both had something to lose. There are no fraternization policies in place for a reason and I broke all of them and some that didn’t exist before that certainly do now.” He chuckles. “Get in front of it before you get caught. It’s much easier, I promise.” “I don’t think—” “Don’t even say you’re not in love with her.” He gives me a look. “It’s written all over your face.” He moves toward his car. “Hers too for that