Double Wide Crossover Duct

SYNOPSIS: DARANA One heist ,Three women, one jewel. My job was simple. Get into the fucking party, distract the old lady while Adrika got the damn jewel. It was going well until the grandson appeared. All gray eyed and clad in a suit so tight, my eyes were immediately glued to his sculpted body. This was going to be a problem because not only did I have to distract the old lady,I'd have to seduce her grandson too!. Her handsome grandson, who hadn't taken his eyes off me since he walked into the room. It shouldn't be difficult, After all… I wasn't called the mistress of deception for nothing. *************** Darana belongs to the Twilight Rose trio. Being the mistress of seduction and deception, she walks into the Titterington Empire with her head held high. But what happens when the grandson,Niklaus Titterington sees through her games, or worse still, offers her a deal she can't refuse?

CONTENT WARNING. EROTICA ROMANCE: RATED 18+. "Tell me," he said. "Tell me what you want..." My senses were reeling, my body jerking against his hand. "I want you to fuck me," I said. "I want your gorgeous fucking cock in me..." "Nice," he smiled against my cheek. "More..." My voice was just a whisper. "I want to feel you inside... I want you to fuck me, hard... I want you to take my ass, and make me fucking squeal..." "You want to be stretched, little girl? Is that what you fucking want?" Oh fuck, my clit was clanging like a church bell. "Yes... Oh, fuck, please... I want you to stretch me..." "Gonna open you up so fucking wide," he growled. "Gonna take your fucking cunt with two fat cocks, stretch you nice and fucking big... two big fucking dicks in your sweet little pussy... gonna feel so fucking dirty... gonna feel so fucking tight..." "Yes..." "Wanna see inside you... into your pink fucking hole..." "Yes..." "Gonna make you wet... make you stretch... make you fucking gape for me..." The heel of his palm was so hard against my clit. "Fuck..." I ran my fingers down his chest, over his abs, until I found the swell in his pants. I squeezed him through his jeans. "Fuck me..." "I fucking shouldn't..." he groaned. "Fuck..." But he was grinding against my hand, moving over me. "Just a quick one. Hard and fast. Please..." "I can't..." he said. "I can't..."

La nuit de notre cérémonie d'accouplement, mon Alpha Damon, et moi sommes tombés dans une embuscade tendue par une meute rivale. Lorsque j'ai rouvert les yeux, je me suis retrouvée dans le passé, avant que nous nous soyons marqués l'un l'autre. Dans ma vie précédente, nous étions de vrais compagnons, choisis par la déesse de la lune, et nous étions ensemble depuis sept ans. J'avais tout sacrifié pour l'aider à devenir l'Alpha le plus puissant, mais il avait refusé de me donner un petit. Ce n'est que plus tard que j'ai appris que le cœur de Damon avait toujours appartenu à une autre, Ariane, une louve issue d'une lignée puissante. Cette fois, j'ai décidé de le laisser poursuivre son ambition. J'ai rompu notre lien de compagnon de mes propres mains et j'ai choisi une voie complètement différente. Sept ans plus tard, il est devenu l'Alpha le plus puissant de l'alliance. Lors du sommet annuel, lui et sa bien-aimée Ariane ont annoncé leur accouplement. Lorsqu'il m'a vue seule, il a ricané. « Soline, je sais que tu es toujours amoureuse de moi. Tu m'as aimé pendant deux vies. Je suis l'Alpha le plus exceptionnel que tu n'aies jamais connu. » « Mais tu dois arrêter de te détruire pour moi. » Je l'ai ignoré et j'ai pris mon fils dans mes bras. Les yeux de Damon s'embrasaient, le contrôle de son loup s'estompant. « Tu m'as dit que tu ne porterais que mes petits ! »

“You! What do you think you're doing?” She squealed, her eyes wide as she scrambled backwards in a panic. He didn't stop and instead, backed her up until she was sandwiched between the wall and himself. His hand grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him before leaning down till his lips was level with the her ear. “What do you think I'm doing?” His voice was a deep baritone that made her tremble. Her face flushed as she felt the signs of her arousal. He stuck out his tongue and lapped at her earlobe making her tremble and whimper. “Of course, I'm trying to get closer to my Luna.” With that, he didn't wait for her to say her usual protest of “I'm not your Luna” before he captured her lips in his, kissing her till her knees turned to jelly. Laila Reeds felt like her life was the happiest it could be and that nothing could go wrong. Her Alpha loved and cherished her. Her pack was flourishing and she was happy. But good things always come to an end. Laila suddenly finds that everything that her world was built on were lies and what she thought was love was only a ploy to get something from her. Shattered and condemned to death, she thought she wouldn't make it. But then he came. With his silver hair and violet eyes, he descended and killed her enemies while saying “Who dares to touch my mate?” Even with this, Laila wasn't moved as her heart was already dead. “Dead? Her heart is dead? What a joke. Watch how this Luna doting Lycan nurses her heart back to health. Soon, her heart would be beating again and it will be beating only for me.” he proclaimed with a confident smile.

🚨 NOUVELLE HISTOIRE🚨 Jordan : Hors-jeu contre son cœur Jordan, 19 ans, garçon manqué jusqu’au bout des crampons. Survêt’, cheveux en bataille, et une obsession maladive pour le foot. Pas le temps pour les robes ni les romances à l’eau de rose. Sa vie ? Le terrain, les dribbles, et sa bande de potes mecs. Jusqu’au jour où un coup du sort lui explose au visage. Lors d’un match, un ballon perdu la frappe en pleine tête "K.O". À son réveil, c’est le choc. Enzo, la star du foot française, son idole depuis toujours, est penché sur elle. Problème : elle est dans le vestiaire des mecs. Double problème : tout le monde l’appelle par son nom. Elle déguerpit avant d’avoir compris. Mais le destin s’en mêle. Enzo la recroise partout : au café du coin, dans sa rue, au stade où elle s’entraîne en secret... Ses réflexes de meuf blindée s’enrayent. Pourquoi il la regarde comme ça ? Pourquoi ses vannes la font rire alors qu’elle déteste les charmeurs ? Le piège se referme... Entre matchs clandestins et discussions à l’arrache sous la pluie, Jordan craque,un peu, beaucoup Trop. Mais comment aimer quand on a passé sa vie à se battre contre tout ce qui ressemble à de la romance ?