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She tried using her low seductive voice. I ignored that last part of the sentence, and head to the bathroom. I couldn't get Olivia out of my head. She's all I could think about. Her name kept ringing in my head. Olivia. It's a common name, but at the same time, it only fit her. Her complex light brown skin. Her curly hair. God, I want to grab that hair of hers into a fist tilting her head back while I'm deep inside her. That lips of hers. I have no idea how did I control myself last night. That dress she was wearing was so tempting. I'd never let her go out in that. She even thinks men are boring. I'd like to take her up on that. I was really hoping to have a release this morning, but these

I stopped fighting him, and he never tried to sleep with me: he wanted me to willingly give myself to him. I felt alone, and I felt cold. I did not know what to do. Sleeping with the bastard would make my life easier, but I couldn't do it. I wanted to hold out for as long as I could. If anything ever happened between the bastard and me, it will be because I had no choice, not because I wanted an easy life. I sat on the floor, afraid of what awaited my mother in geneva. I doubt she would make it this time around.

The harsh slapping of our skin, his seriousness in digging into me, and my moans of pleasure were the only things I desired at this moment. “Liam, can you fuck me until I have no strength left?” I whispered, putting an arm around his neck. “Sure,” he increased the speed of banging me, and I moaned in great delight. “I want to fuck you every day if possible, stepsis,” he said before kissing me deeply. We both know what we’re doing was impermissible, but we just couldn’t help it. We’d already tasted the bait and, like fish, we’d been hooked. We couldn’t stop now. Even if this path led straight to destruction, at least it was a pleasurable path.

His hands slid down from breast, gliding over my skin, memorizing every contour, every curve of my skinny frame. “I want you.” I whispered back impatiently, my body gyrated because I wanted him – no, I needed him. I needed to feel him way deeper than I could process, deeper than my body could handle. That was what happened when you frolicked with the devil, and he ignited desires that only him could quench. “How badly do you want me?” he asked me now biting my flesh hard that a raw groan escaped my lips. “I could die.” raw, unfiltered desires radiated off me and he turned me around, pulling me closer and lifting my dress up, I moaned again.

Sunny "I want to die. Right now, right here!" I yelled. "Are you sure about that?" Shiela asked me right after. I shake my head. "No! I will just die now, right here. Then, wake up after this subject ends! This is so tiring. This is not Physical Education anymore. Just physical, no education anymore!" I replied.

That obstinate disobedience set my blood on fire. “You think I don’t want you?” I growled, low and dangerous. His mouth opened, his breath ran faster, but he did not say anything. My head was pressed nearer, and his scent filled me, dizzy, sweet and drive me insane. "Edrian, every godsdamn second, I desire you till it makes me mad. Until I can no longer fucking breathe without tasting you in the air," I confessed, "And desiring you and having you are not the same thing."

And I hate that. “Nikolai?” I call in a low voice as I slowly knock on his room door. I’m currently going in, so I can tell him of my desires. I want to tell him that I want more. I enjoyed the sex we had so much that I want to do it again. But what if he refuses and says he’s tired of fucking a man?

“I know why you’re here, Nathaniel.’’ Derek interrupted coldly, taking the papers without even glancing at Nate’s face. Derek flicked through the first three pages with pure disdain. He didn't even read the paragraphs; he just skimmed them like they were covered in dirt. “Is this a joke?” Derek scoffed, tossing the manuscript onto the glass table with a loud thud. Nate flinched slightly, his jaw tightening, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his hands at his sides. “Sir? I followed the outline requirements for the romance department—”

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

My heart wanted what it wanted, even though it might not be good for us. Tired of dancing, Kirk and I returned to the VIP section, where Kimberly was trying her best to get intimate with Caleb by sticking her tongue in his ear, and he seemed to be making an effort to control the situation. Kirk cleared his throat to announce our presence, and she pulled away from Caleb. I saw her tongue go back into her mouth, and it disgusted me. I doubted it disgusted Caleb because there was lust in his eyes. I was mad at how easy it was for her to get his attention. Was it that men did not fancy strong women? I had heard some people talk about preferences, and it seemed like a girl had to pretend to be du