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The lust we're both feeling. He kept on banging me hard and I screamed the pleasure was taking me to the center of madness. He hold my hair as he bang my entrance from the back, it was like I was being tortured by him, he has driven me crazy with the way he teased me with his hard torso. "Now it's your turn to make me go crazy,'' he muttered as I got on top of him. Seeing his long and hard torso, I centered myself on it as I began to ride him gently. He closed his eyes as he folded my two breasts. I increased the pace. He was inside me and I could feel the pleasure. I stopped the pace, now you have to give me a blow job he whispered and I nodded. Getting down on my knees he shoved his hard t

Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses. “You're so wet for your stepbrother, you little slut,” Jeff grunted in Katie's ears as he slipped a hand inside her core. She whimpered under his touch, clenching around those thick fingers like it was her lifeline.” I adjusted myself on the couch as my insides squirmed from what I'd just read. I imagined Jeff's dialogue as Ace's and the thought of it made heat spread across my skin. In a fit to suppress what I was feeling, I brought my legs together.

She’d been a ghost in her skin since she was twelve, surviving rogue territory, bouncing between enforcer contracts and Alpha-sponsored kill lists, keeping her head low and her knives sharp. Desire was manageable. Trust? Love? Those were fatal, but here she was, in an Alpha’s house, wrapped in an impossible bond that refused to break, and all she could think about was how part of her wanted to stop running, not because she was tired, but because she was lonely. She had never spoken that word aloud. She barely let herself think it, but sitting here, drinking half-stale beer under a stranger’s roof, with two soul-deep connections humming like electricity in her veins, she couldn’t shove it dow

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

Marlene stared blankly. “Shut the door on your way out,” Caspian’s voice reached her ears. She felt the familiar sting of hurt. Caspian had always been the cold one among her five brothers; sometimes, it felt like he hated her. Thane, on the other hand, buried himself in books and documents rather than bother with anyone. Something told her he was allergic to people; he stayed away from women as if they were plagues. He had never been married or dated, and rumors suggested he might be gay.

I remember Brandon's confession from the morning when he warned me, if you don't want me to fuck you right here on this kitchen counter, then go and put on some clothes. And not only that, but another image of Brandon trying to jerk himself off under the cold shower because of me formed in front of my eyes. How arousing that would have been? My inner self is again Fangirling herself because of my wild running imagination. I always knew my inner self is one perverted lady, so I'm not very surprised.

Edited Chapter. ANALISE'S POV It's too hard to believe what my life has turned into. I was a good student and a good person throughout my life. I had never even hurt anyone. Then why my life is treating me like this? Why my life took a drastic turn? Now I nothing except a thing to be possessed. We returned from honeymoon two days ago. It was more of a punishment for me then honeymoon. Luciano fucked me day and night. One thing I have learned is that he is insatiable. He fucked me every hour of day and night.

Seraphina’s POV Alpha Darius was a monster. If he thought fucking me was going to get me to spill all of my secrets, he was so, so wrong. I sat on the edge of the narrow cot in my stone cell, knees pressed together, arms wrapped tight around my ribs. The cool air kissed my still-flushed skin, and I hated it—hated that every brush of air across my thighs reminded me of the wetness he'd left there. My cunt still ached, still throbbed from the brutal stretch of his cock. I could feel the ghost of his knot pulsing against my insides, and I clenched my thighs harder, trying to squeeze the memory out.

I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real. The motherfucker left the next morning after we fucked for two hours straight and I still wasn’t satisfied. Trust me, the hours weren’t the problem—I just couldn’t get enough of it. He didn't grind my pussy as much as I'd fantasized it. He barely even touched the surface. What a waste! My fourth boyfriend didn’t even give an explanation. He just stopped replying to my messages after a night he called “perfect.” That night barely even beat what my hands could do for themselves. How could he call that ‘perfect’?

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