Dub-con Romance Books Novels & Stories

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#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

“You’re so warm.” He gave me a moment to adjust, one hand reaching through the bars to grip my hip. Then he began to move — slow, measured thrusts that made the wet sound of our joining echo softly in the empty dungeon. Every time he sank deep, a quiet, broken moan slipped from my throat. I pushed back to meet him as best as the bars allowed, needing more of him. “Harder,” I whispered, voice shaking. “Please… I need to feel you.”

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Nathan’s voice came next, and there was something in his tone I couldn’t quite identify. Surprise maybe? Or confusion? “What are you doing here?” Sienna. The name clicked in my brain and I felt my stomach drop. Sienna was Nathan’s ex-girlfriend, the one he had dated for almost two years before she suddenly left town. I had only met her a handful of times at pack gatherings but I remembered her clearly. She was beautiful in that effortless way some women were. Long dark hair that always looked perfectly styled, a body that turned heads wherever she went, and confidence that radiated from her like heat.

she called back as the pleasure she had derived from it flashed through her mind and made her pussy tingle a bit. It took a week for Mr. Brooks to fix James's phone. During that time Darlene found herself having more frequent and more lurid fantasies about her son and his girlfriend... and herself. She had long been a fan of the erotic-story website, Literotica, but while her taste in those stories had been more in the "Loving Wives" category, she found herself reading more "Incest/Taboo" stories now, about women--MILFs--who either seduced their sons or who were seduced by them. Many of them included threesomes with the son's girlfriend. And there were plenty of them! Obviously, she was far

"Natalie, get ready. Francis wants you at the club tonight." "No way," I said. "He insists. You're going." Nora stepped in, voice hushed as she said, "Mr. Collins will be there too. He said...it's your chance." I eyed her. "Chance for what?" "Your ticket out." She slipped me a note with an address and a time. "Stick to the plan." I gripped the note, nodding once. ... The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices.

“It’s so much… feels good.” “You’re doing perfect,” Cas praised, kissing my neck. “Such a good girl for us.” Damien slowed, holding me still. “You ready for both of us, baby? Double stuffed?” I nodded frantically, beyond words. Cas positioned behind me. Damien held my cheeks spread as Cas pushed in slowly—inch by thick inch into my ass. The burn melted into pleasure. “Fuck!” I cried out, full in a way I’d never been. “You’re both so deep.”

TEN MONTHS AGO The stranger had fulfilled his promise and fucked every part of me like he it was our last time. I had a feeling it was and I would never see him again when I went to Dublin. I knew it was the right thing, but it didn’t stop me from feeling bad about it. He almost made me want to remain in New York but I had to compose myself and remember that even though he and I had something going on, I had no control over our relationship. I didn’t know his face, his name, or where he lived.