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She asks, going back to the previous conversation. “There’s nothing to tell Callie so let it go.” “Okay then. I’ll get you the number.” “Thank you.” Callie finally leaves my office and I get back to work trying to keep my mind off Vanessa and her enchanting eyes. *************** Later that day, my assistant, Judy, an older woman —because I didn’t want the risk of having a young woman try to seduce me or me starting an affair with an assistant, it’s one of the closest ways to destroy a man— comes into my office and says, “Sir, this is from Miss Callie, she said you requested for it.”

“You want Mom and Dad to hear their sweet girl getting railed by her stepbrother? Want them to walk in and see you creaming all over my cock like this?” The filthy words only made me clench harder around him, slick gushing out around his shaft with every thrust, and I couldn’t stop the desperate sounds spilling from my lips. “Maybe I do—maybe I want them to know—want them to see how hard you make me come—fuck—right there—right fucking there—don’t stop—please don’t stop—”

He kept going, round after round, driven by a desperate, angry need to possess her. By the time he was finished, Emily was a limp, cum-drenched mess. She lay on the table, leaking from both holes, her skin marked by his hands and teeth. The room was silent again, save for their heavy, ragged breathing. In the quiet afterglow, the rage seemed to leave him. He reached out, his fingers surprisingly soft as he stroked her hair, tucking a damp strand behind her ear. “I can’t stay away,” he admitted, his voice broken and thick with a conflicted kind of grief. “Even if you’re weak. Even if the pack hates it. I can't stop wanting you.”

Because they did… they were almost black now, burning with raw desire and something possessive. “We are too far gone for you to want to back down now baby girl” he said, in his low and rough voice, like gravel. His face was so close she felt every word on her lips. “Now tell me what I want to hear. I know I will be the first man to enter here”

The first thing I get a whiff off is cream, and coffee beans. I walk to the kitchen, but find it empty. Instead, I head to the living room. As soon as I get there, I am met with a cup of steaming coffee, and a note. “Goodnight. We will speak on the terms of our agreement later.” What does this man really want from me?

She grabbed the Chipotle bag from me eating away. "No eating on the job Ms. Yu." Snapped a man with a heavy British accent. I looked up seeing a handsome man who looked in his early twenties. He had dirty curly messy blonde hair sharp features and bright hazel eyes. "Andrei, I'm starving right now—" "I am Mr. Swansea to you, and I don't give a damn if you are hungry. The ice ball is in two days and I don't have time for this." He grabbed the Chipotle and throws it in the garbage can, then marched off.

"What do you want me to do to you?" "Please beat me," I whine, my voice quivering with desire. "And then. And then I would like for you to fuck the shit out of me, as hard as you can, so that I can't walk for days." Holy shit! where did reverend sister Lily go?

“These thoughts… they’re dangerous. You need to focus on resisting them.” “I am,” she said, softer now, almost like she was trying to reassure me. But it did the opposite. It made the desire in me sharper. I was aware of every shift in my body, every quickened heartbeat, every twitch in my fingers. I wanted to close the gap between us. I wanted to hear her breath against my skin. I wanted things I could never allow myself to want.

I want to bathe in her scent, bottle it up maybe, and put it on every time I miss her. Heart beating erratically, I murmured, “I want you.” . . ~Viviana~ Roman’s hands on my body stirred excitement within me, as powerful as a time bomb ready to detonate. It shattered my insides, melting into nothing and molding me into a desire-filled woman who’s willing to give him anything he asks from me. “We’ve already established that,” I said in a breathless moan. His hand measured the curves from my hips to the underside of my breast; the other fisted my hair.