Romans & histoires Dark Spicy Books

thirty-eight, restless, and deliciously reckless. Her friends had dragged her out with one mission in mind…to remind her what it felt like to be alive. Lila, the fiery divorcee with a laugh like wildfire, Margot, the bestselling novelist who lived for drama, and quiet Jade, the sharp-eyed reporter, had refused to take no for an answer. “Truth or dare, Soph,” Lila challenged, her eyes glittering with mischief as she swirled the last of her drink. “And don’t you dare give me any of that polite, senator-wife bullshit tonight.”

Bria The "Black Onyx" was not merely a club; it was a subterranean cathedral dedicated to the desecration of the flesh. As the heavy, soundproofed doors hissed open, the air changed, becoming thick with the scent of expensive tobacco, ancient leather, and the electric, copper-and-musk tang of institutionalized lust. Cyrus-the massive enforcer with the scarred jaw-held my upper arm in a grip that felt like a permanent iron shackle, while Dante led the way through the velvet-curtained corridors. Malachi followed behind us, his presence a dark, predatory shadow that I could feel pressing against my spine.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

I gasped sharply as the thick dildo stretched my virgin asshole, the burning ring of muscle protesting hard around the fat shaft. “Fuck… it burns so much,” I whimpered, but I didn’t pull it out. Instead, I pushed back harder, forcing more of the veiny toy deeper into my ass. “That’s my dirty girl,” HotFantasy88 growled through the speaker. “Now bounce on it. I want to see that tight little asshole swallowing every inch. Don’t you dare stop.”

Elias Voss gripped Marcus by the shoulder and Lila by the arm as he marched them out of the library. His steps were long and firm across the dark campus paths toward their family home, No one spoke. The air felt thick with tension. Lila’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst. Her thighs were still sticky from Marcus’s cum. The marks on her ass burned with every movement.. Inside the house, Elias pushed them into his lavish home office. Heavy wooden shelves lined the walls with books on literature and hidden volumes on darker desires. A large desk dominated the center. He shut the door with a quiet click that sounded louder than any shout.

I didn’t look back, because I didn’t want to give myself false hope that he would call me back. “Tell me what happened last night. How did you get out?” Harley jumped up from her favourite bean bag by the stone fireplace and sat next to me on the couch with her legs folded, prepared for the gossip session. She began, “It’s all a little blurry and, yeah, about the spiking you said, it’s true. And ours wasn’t the only ones spiked. Almost everyone was dropping unconscious.” “What?” “There was Rophynol in every soda, vodka, whiskey, and so on.”