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Maybe even nastier next time if you tip good 😉 I hit send, deleted the chat history just in case, and cleaned up properly. My body was still buzzing with need but I forced myself to calm down. I brushed my teeth, changed into comfy pajamas and climbed into bed. ———— The next morning I woke up to my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I grabbed it sleepily and opened the notification. **Delivery Update:** Your package from SecretDesires Shop will arrive in 45-60 minutes. Track your order here.

The important papers scattered into the air like white shards, pens rolled away, and the ashtray fell to shatter on the floor, making a din of which he was completely unaware. ​He lifted me with force to place me atop the emptied desk, and trapped my body with his own as if he were trying to contain my breath within his grasp. He leaned over me again, returning to kiss me with a harsher violence—successive, burning kisses that lacked any tenderness, followed by his handling of my body with a deep immersion in desire, like a drowning man clutching onto raging waves so that the bottom would not swallow him.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

Neither pulled away immediately. “Thanks,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening.” “You’re not.” He leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Working on the essay?” “Trying to.” She clutched the book to her chest like a shield. “Your question today about denial… it got me thinking. Sometimes acknowledging desire is scarier than pretending it doesn’t exist.” The words hung heavy. Julian’s jaw tightened. He knew exactly what she meant. The tension that had been building for weeks was suddenly palpable in the small room.

I took a slow step back, letting the tension linger, “you’re mine. Every thought, every reaction, every breath will be measured against this contract. You have no idea how dangerous that can be.” Her gaze met mine, unwavering despite the flush that colored her cheeks. “I’m not afraid of you,” she said softly. “Not afraid?” I chuckled, circling her again, letting my steps echo the rhythm of a predator closing in. “You’ll learn to be careful, at least. Fear isn’t the point. Desire is.” “I…” She faltered slightly, chest rising faster, pulse visible. “Desire? You’re insane.” “And you,” I countered, voice dropping, dark, deliberate, “are already hooked. You just don’t know it yet.”

With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV “Ugh!” By the time I finished reading the chapter, a warm flush surged through me. My pulse beat slowly and steady between my thighs, and I could feel the ache spreading like wildfire. I reached for my phone, fingers trembling, and dialed Derek. No answer. I tried again. Still nothing. “Why aren’t you picking up?” I whispered, breathless the embers of longing, I rested my head on the desk. The warmth between my legs was unbearable, my body alight with a hunger only he could soothe.

Dante lowered his gun, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “She was never going to stop,” he said simply. Isla understood that. But it didn’t make it any easier to watch someone die. Dante took a step closer, his hand reaching for her. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head. “No.” He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. “Then it’s over.” But they both knew it wasn’t. Nico was still out there. And this war was far from finished. --- End of Chapter 48

his voice is seductive. Anastashia closed her eyes as if she didn't like what he said. She was right, even after many years passed, her desire for this man was still there. Even though she had been angry for a longer time now, the heat in her body prevailed more. As if in an instant, everything disappeared and it was replaced by an overwhelming desire for Arthuro. Anastashia, will you stop yourself? She asked herself. "Stop being yourself, Arthuro!" she insists but she was just lying to herself.

That had been three years ago, and in another neighborhood, another state – so why did I still remember that night so vividly immediately a man so much as looked my way? I hugged myself and sank to the floor, fighting tears. The billionaire, he was different. There was something extremely different about the way he kissed me, the power, the ruthless possessiveness, everything was there. But he kissed as if I could walk away anytime I wanted, and the only thing holding me back was my own desire. 'Desire.’ I felt my heartbeat quicken at the mere thought of that word, and I was sure a blush crept up my cheeks. Did I desire the billionaire? Did I want him to do even more than just kiss me? To ho