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“Just once. Please.” No. No, no, no. His eyes were wild. His skin burning hot. The scent hit me like a wave—sweet, cloying, thick like syrup. It wrapped around my head, messed with my focus. Like a drug I didn’t want to breathe in. I jerked, kicked, cursed, but he was too strong. His fingers slipped under my shirt, shaky and desperate. His body trembled above mine. “I think it’ll stop if I just have you once,” he muttered, leaning in like he was drunk on something I couldn’t see. “If I taste you. Just once, Tate. Please—I need it—”

It was glistening with beads of Agatha’s sweat, and on impulse, he brought a fingertip to his lips and licked it. The salty taste bloomed inside his mouth. He licked the rest of his fingers slowly, from the base of his hand to the very end of his fingertips. ‘So, what do I want?’ It was the same question that he had already asked himself. Lanceil’s gaze grew heavy. There was only one thought, that flashed like gold. “…I want her.” ‘How do I want her?’ His gaze meandered back to Lanceil, then he murmured— “I want to devour her.”

He reached around, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in time with his movements, driving me closer to another peak. “I’m going to come,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Where do you want it, baby?” “Not inside, please not inside baby,” I panted, as I remembered something important. “I’m not on the pill. Don't you dare fucking cum in me or I'm gonna...ahhh... Kill you.” His response was a low, primal growl. “I can’t hold back dearie and thanks for daring me, now I'm tempted, wanna see you kill me,” he muttered, his grip on my hips tightening. “I need to fill you up, Red, start planning my burial.”

Broken and overwhelmed and desperately, filthily satisfied, her walls clenching around me in tight involuntary pulses that make holding still genuinely painful. "Fuck me," she says. Wrecked already. "Mateo, please, I need you to fuck me right now, I need..." I pull back and drive forward hard and she cries out, raw and shameless, her whole body jolting up the bed. "Yes!" She grabs the headboard with both hands. "Like that! Exactly like that, don't you dare slow down..." I don't slow down. I set a pace that makes the headboard knock rhythmically against the wall and her breasts bounce with every thrust and these gorgeous desperate filthy sounds pour out of her continuously, my name tangled up

The drug made them a shell; the devil that lived in the man was gone. “When I heard of your interest in getting a slave, I made myself vulnerable, got taken into the camp and just when things couldn’t get more interesting, I met Madam Lee, the woman who loved gold and a great tongue fuck,” I sprawled out on the bed, my fingers sliding through my slit, lazily circling my clit. I shuddered, enjoying the way their eyes were stuck on me, unmoving, untamed. “You killed them, Nikolai,” I whispered, working my finger faster against my clit.

Hello, my loves. I just wanted to take a moment to reach out from behind the screen and truly thank you all. Thank you for every comment and for the incredible support you’ve shown for Adrian, Lena, and the messy, dramatic world of Dark Desires. Your passion for this story is what keeps the lights on in my writing nook. Knowing you guys are out there, invested in these characters and waiting to see what happens next, is the greatest motivation a writer could ever ask for.

"...tell me..." "...I want...you so...bad...harder...faster..." I begged. Wade began to pick up speed, thrusting and pounding against my vagina making me even more wet than I was. He kept going until felt I was ready for his all. Going as fast and hard as he can, we both moaned and grunted in pure bliss as we both reached out climax. "...Wade!..." I scream at my climax. "...Charity!..." Wade panted still wanting to go on.

"You will. Because you have no choice. And because deep down, a part of you wonders what it would feel like. To let go of everything. To no longer be responsible. To be nothing but an object. An object of desire and punishment." His words are poisoned arrows finding their target. It's my most shameful secret, this unhealthy fascination with surrender, with loss of control. How does he know? "I hate this," I whisper. "Hate and desire are Siamese twins, Célia. You cannot have one without the other." He leans in, his lips so close to my ear that his breath caresses my skin.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel) If you enjoyed this book, please check out the sequel, 'Insatiable Desires', on Goodnovel. I will love to read from all of you there and go on another wonderful Journey. (It is about their children.)