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I said, my voice dragging. Dent cleared his throat. “Touching yourself, for example.” I froze at his words. I stared at the phone screen for a long moment. “Is that weird to you?” “To me… it’s weird and disgusting,” he replied defensively. “Dent, do you even hear yourself right now?” I asked, irritation rising. I straightened up and grabbed the phone again, pressing it to my ear. Xavier’s fingers traced along my back, as if calming the anger swirling in my head. Disgusting? Weird? Dent’s words echoed clearly in my mind.

The ache I knew only Nathan could quench. Everyone called him Professor Williams, but I went to great lengths to learn his first name, not liking the way Williams rolled off my tongue. But as soon as I learned it from my father's computer where he keeps a list of staff intakes— secretly, of course— it was worth it. So, when I flicked the vibrator on, I pulled down the comforter, guided it down my thighs, and positioned it in front of my pussy, enjoying the slight air the buzzing sound blew into my clit.

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

But undeniably necessary. My mother’s lingering medical debts from last year weren’t going to pay themselves, and this single night had the power to lift months of crushing financial anxiety off my shoulders. Still, as I stuffed the thick wad of cash deep into the pocket of my scrubs, a powerful wave of shame washed over me. I felt like a whore. A very well-paid, dangerously satisfied one. My cheeks burned at the thought. Marcus noticed the shift in my expression immediately. His smirk softened into something gentler. “Hey,” he said softly, reaching out to brush a thumb across my flushed cheek with surprising tenderness. “You okay? No regrets?”

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

“This wine is good for you. Since you get drunk easily. Do you want to give it a shot?" I'm not going to get drunk, and you might do something if I pass out. No way, Sean. NO WAY! @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you. Also, you can read my other books which are... TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO ALPHA KING CHECKMATE

A whore…oftentimes Emma felt like she was nothing more than a whore and this was seriously messing her mind. This was not the life Emma wished to live but what she wanted was too far out of reach now. Her hopes were slowly turning to dust in her hands. She felt a feeling of deep sorrow, disbelief, and shame consume her. Despite years of hard work, overcoming hardships, and refusing to take the easy route to luxury, she had been compelled to use her body for money. It's the bitter reality of life. No matter how much effort we devote, or how honest and truthful we are, life oftentimes can be cruel but we must accept it and continue to press on, despite its cruelness.

Absolutely. I’ll keep it fast-paced, emotional, romantic, and natural, with the biker atmosphere and bad-boy/good-girl contrast. Since it’s only ten chapters, I’ll make each chapter actuall Amara had never been somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. At least, not intentionally. She stood at the edge of the abandoned warehouse parking lot, staring at the crowd in front of her and wondering how quickly she could leave without anyone noticing. Probably not quickly. There were motorcycles everywhere.

In some cases, she just scanned the spines, when visible. After another hour or so, Caitlin, her back killing her, on her hands and knees, reached the far wall. At the very bottom of one of the tallest stacks, she yanked out one particularly large and heavy book—and as she did, the entire stack came crashing down around her; she quickly covered her head as the mountain collapsed, and got out of the way just before being completely crushed. The books finally settled in a huge cloud of dust, and she looked up, dazed and confused. She felt like she wanted to cry.

She cummed first, shaking, crying out my name, pussy squeezing me so tight I almost lost it. I flipped her over, pulled her hips up, and fucked her harder from behind. The sound of her moans and our bodies slapping together filled the suite. When I finally came, it was deep inside her, groaning her name like a prayer. We collapsed on the bed, sweaty and breathing hard. For a while, neither of us spoke. Then I pulled her against my chest. “I hated it, you know,” I said quietly, stroking her hair. “Watching Ryan waste you. He had the most incredible woman and treated you like an accessory. Every holiday, every dinner… I wanted to drag you away and show you what you deserved.”