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He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.

Throwing her against the couch, Master Carter hungrily leaped on her body. The strong, pungent smell of alcohol penetrated her nostrils as she felt a wave of disgust overflow her. She struggled as he tried to kiss her again. “You f*cking beast!” To her dismay, her misery seemed to fuel up his excitement as adrenaline pumped through his veins. With one hand pressing Christina down, he used the other to tear off what was left of her shirt, exposing her pale, delicate skin in a swift move. Desire burned underneath the man’s eyes as he tore away Christina’s skirt.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs

“Here. Now. Fucking me in this chair while the city counts down outside.” His laugh was dark, velvet. “Then keep reading.” I opened the book again—trembling fingers turning pages. I read aloud, voice shaky. “‘He pushed her thighs wider, licked a slow stripe up her center, tasting her arousal…’” Rhys groaned. Low. Primal. I kept reading. Kept touching. The words blurred with sensation—my fingers faster now, slick, desperate. When I reached the part where the stranger entered her, I gasped.

He pulled out so suddenly that a desperate, empty ache bloomed inside me, a hollow cry ripping from my throat before I could stop it. But Damien didn’t give me time to mourn the loss. His strong hands gripped under my thighs, spinning me effortlessly, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back, pulling him closer. The soaked lace of my panties was still twisted obscenely to the side, and the thick, throbbing head of his cock found my dripping entrance again, as if it knew exactly where it belonged.

His hands were cold and calloused, adding to the electricity that was shooting through her body. Her body arched again, and loud moans escaped her lips. Killian continued to thrust, his groans matching the sound of his groin slapping against net pussy. Madison couldn't help but enjoy the way his big cock scratched the inside of her walls, stripping her of whatever innocence she had left. His dick touched her womb, she could feel it, the burning sensation made it even more enjoyable, and she couldn't get enough. She had no idea why she enjoyed that so much. She had no idea that being bound and fucked mercilessly was something that she would enjoy. And yet, there she was, moaning through the p

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Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.