Dangerous Little Secrets A Reverse Harem Bully Romance Elle Thorpe Novels & Stories

She’s about to learn exactly how wrong feels when it’s oh so right. These are not stories that ask for patience. They demand surrender. This isn’t just erotica. This is your escape. Your little rebellion. Your delicious, dirty secret. Whatever it is, don’t fight it. That’s what this is for. So take a breath. Sink into it and let these stories take you exactly where you want to go. Now turn the page. Your adventure begins here.

She held a coffee cup delicately in one hand, her movements poised and calm. Delilah shot a quick look at Helen, who offered a slight shrug. "She came right on time," Helen murmured. Delilah took a steadying breath before approaching Mrs. Doris. She slid into the seat across from her, doing her best to mask her slight embarrassment. Meanwhile, Mrs. Doris removed a card from her bag and placed it on the table. Delilah's gaze dropped to it - her business card, the one with a woman smoking and the bold text "Shh, I Tame Real Men" emblazoned on it.

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

So I would have to endure the other guys ogling Tara and talking about how much bigger her chest was than the other girls and how much her ass cheeks hung out of her shorts. I sat down next to her, keeping a safe distance, but she seemed to scoot closer, so close, her knee was touching my leg. I gulped and wiped the sweat that began to drip from the sides of my temple. She pulled out her copy of The Wizard’s Accomplice and threw it open on the blanket to where she had a few yellow tabs sticking out, saving a few spots for easy finding. She played with a lighter, flipping the top open and closed in one hand. “Did you start that fire?” my voice a bit higher than I would have liked. She sm

"Elle is coming into her power because of her birthday; it'll be harder to hide until she shifts." "You're right," I sigh, the nerves that slowly disappeared raging once more across my skin. Elle in the city is basically a beacon to any male wolf in the vicinity, and it has me on edge. "Find anything else out?" I ask Theo, unsure what he could have found out in the middle of a musical but Elle has a way of attracting trouble. "What about the creepy pedophile? Was he after Elle like we expected?" "He is after Elle like a mouse after cheese," Theo confirms, which causes Slade to surge forward and end the threat now rather than later.

“Ben we can’t. They’re right there swimming but yeah. I’m soaked. My pussy keeps clenching thinking about your cock. This is so fucked up with the secret I’m holding.” The pregnancy weight pressed on me hard, mixing with the lust making my breath come faster. I wanted him so bad it hurt but the guilt from reassuring Olivia twisted in my chest. He leaned closer his breath hot on my ear while his hand slipped under the edge of my bikini bottom teasing the slick skin there. “What secret are you hiding, baby? Tell me while I feel how bad you need it. They’re busy racing. Won’t notice if we slip into the pool house for a minute. I need to be inside you Sophia. Feel that cunt squeezing me.”

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

“But not the easy one.” That night, the consequences arrived quietly. No applause. No thanks. Just a knock at the door after midnight. Elias Thorn stands outside, impeccably dressed, eyes gleaming with something like triumph. “You hesitated,” he says softly. I met his gaze. “You watched.” “I learned,” he replies. “You can be pressured.” The silver coils are tight, dangerous. “You think that makes you powerful?” I ask. “No,” Elias says. “It makes you predictable.” Behind him, the town sleeps, unaware of the bargain he thinks he’s striking.

She shrieked, her hand scorched black. Her scheme had backfired. However, Wendy was not done. She brandished a USB drive like a weapon. "I've got a video of Chloe's betrayal right here! Time for everyone to see her for who she really is!" She dashed for the projector and jammed the USB in. The screen flickered to life. Sure enough, there was a couple on the bed. However, the woman was not me. It was Wendy, and the men kept changing. The room went from silent shock to roaring laughter.