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I gasp as my forehead meets his hard chest, my heart thumping in my chest. He pulls my hair painfully as he tilts my head upwards before his lips slams to mine and I'm gasping for air as he steals my breath away when he sucks on my lip, moving from the lower one to the upper one and again. I thrash in his hold, my books scattering to the floor of the elevator as Damien presses my jaw firmly but not painfully as he slips his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine. And then, he sucks my tongue, hard. Painful.

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

Her heart pounded a mile a minute. What had gotten into her? More like who might get into me, her mind snickered. She expected to sleep with Trent again, given the way he'd touched her all day long. The thing was she got the impression Darren planned to join. Or have a turn or something. She wasn't quite sure how it worked. Explaining to her that their kind mated in groups didn't exactly prepare a girl for what it entailed. And did she even want it?

he introduces next, letting me meet the only other girl in the room whose beauty was so intense it nearly left me breathless. With long straight blood red hair and striking silver eyes that lit up the dark makeup around them, I took in every inch of her perfectly shaped face. Her black painted lips quickly pulling into a seductive smirk as she caught my gaze lingering, and I couldn't help but give her the same smirk in return. "Damian." Beau continues, introducing another man with the same build as him but with opposite features. Damian, unlike Beau, was covered in tattoos with pitch black hair and dark red eyes, that made me feel a mixture of both intrigue yet unsettled. Crimson's eyes were

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

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.

Chapter 77 Phoenix's Wrath King Raphael's eyes burned with desire, his gaze fixed on me like a whispered promise, drawing him in with every sway of my hips. I could see the tension in his body, his muscles straining as he struggled to contain his growing arousal. I smiled knowingly, my lips curling up in a sultry invitation. My men closed in around me, their hands tracing the curves of my body as I danced, their touch igniting a fire within me. I felt the heat emanating from them, their desire for me almost tangible, a living thing that wrapped itself around me. King Raphael's hips began to move in time with mine, his movements fluid and sensual, as if he was already claiming me as his own.

I was doing it because I wanted to break free from the chains that had held me captive for years. I always thought that being a good wife and getting closer to God would free me from the bad karma of my past sins, and a priest asked me to be more private and avoid makeup that made me look like my old self. I thought if I did that, my marriage would run smoothly. Being a pious wife would lead my family on a loving path. But in reality, my husband didn't want a good and pious wife, he married me because he saw me as a woman who could fulfill all his sexual fantasies.

She came hard from the anal alone, her whole body convulsing violently, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her first anal orgasm ripped through her. We didn’t stop. We changed again,Kane sat up on the couch. Emma straddled him facing me, sinking down onto his thick cock in her pussy with a long, shuddering moan. I straddled his face once more, this time facing her completely. As Emma began riding his shaft with growing confidence, I ground my soaked pussy and ass against his eager mouth. We kissed sloppily, breasts pressed tightly together, nipples rubbing, while Kane devoured me below tongue and fingers everywhere. “Breed her,” I demanded breathlessly between deep, wet kisses. “Fill Em