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“Read the passage. Aloud. Page forty-three.” She took the glass, sipped the burn, then opened the book. Her voice started steady but grew husky as she read the explicit scene, some words about trembling thighs, slick heat, a man taking what he wanted. Hale watched her mouth the whole time, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed. When she finished, the air felt thick. “Again,” he said. “Slower.” Mia read it slower. Her nipples tightened against her bra. Halfway through the second paragraph, Hale stepped around the desk, took the book from her hands, and set it down.

I hung up and set the phone down, my hands still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering the filthy journal the way my pussy would not stop aching. Professor Voss leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. “We are not done Riley. Open it to page twenty three. The one where I describe edging a shy girl until she is dripping down her thighs and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me. Slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you.”

Familiar one’s fingers dug into my hips, leaving fresh bruises. Another orgasm built—deeper, darker. When it crashed, I blacked out for seconds—whole body convulsing, squirting again, mess dripping to the floor. They roared through their own releases: familiar one spilling hot in my ass, new one flooding my pussy, Shadow grinding against the base of her strap until she shuddered. They held me there—still buried, bodies pressed, breathing ragged against my skin. Slow withdrawal. Gentle now. Blindfold off. Earplugs out. World rushed back—too bright, too loud. They unbound me carefully, lowered me to blankets on the floor. Water. Chocolate. Soft cloths wiping sweat, cum, tears.

His fingers found my soaked underwear and ripped them aside without ceremony. "You're dripping," he observed, running two fingers through my folds and holding them up to show me my own arousal. "All that resistance, all that skepticism, and you're wetter than anyone I've ever touched. Your body knows what it wants even when your mind refuses to admit it." "Please," I whimpered, pushing back against his hand desperately. "Please, I need—" He slammed into me in one brutal thrust that made the whole table shake, and I screamed loud enough for the whole theater to hear.

This book has stalker and captive themes. Sex scenes are consensual and with participants over 18+. Do not read if triggered. Jake She was made to suck my cock. She just didn’t know it yet. The moment I saw her, my hand reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out the tattered cigarettes. When I touched one to my lips, it would have only been fair if it had burst into flame without any heat. The concrete cool against my shoulder, I took the first drag, my eyes never leaving her as she bounded down to the platform, lugging a suitcase almost as big as she was behind her.

At one corner, a guy had a stripper bent over the table as he pounded her without any care about the other people in the room. It was more crazy here than most clubs. People were not scared to screw in public. The whole place smelled of sex. ******* Note!! Hey dear Readers, I marked this book as 18+ because they'll be some scenes that might be disturbing to readers, both gore and sexual scenes that I can not cut because it gives meaning to the story, and I may or may not leave a warning at the beginning of the scene. So before you continue reading, you should be prepared to come across matured content, torture and killings.

•••••••••••• ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2022 by M.Z. Mauve Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented. This story contains mature themes, profanity, graphic violence and graphic sexual content not intended for young readers. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story.

Please exit this material immediately if you are not of legal age. This book is Rated 18+ for the following elements: Explicit sex scenes Mature language and erotic dialogue Adult themes including lust, fantasy, and casual sexual relationships Short, high-heat scenarios designed for quick adult entertainment Every story within this book is crafted with the intention of delivering steamy, unapologetic, and fast-paced erotica that satisfies the instant cravings of readers who enjoy stories of spontaneous passion, taboo indulgences, and sexually charged interactions. The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behav

Warning: It's a dark fantasy story. The book is for the 18+ audience. The book involves mature content and detailed sex scenes. No flash warning will be further added so read it at your own risk. "Ahh, what are you doing?" She moaned looking directly into his eyes. "I am fucking you, baby fucking you so hard." He replied without any hesitation looking directly into her eyes. She felt a jolt of pleasure run through her core. He thrust further into her very roughly. He bit her bottom lip and then smirked.

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.