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Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

The forbidden part made it hotter. Now she was enrolled in Elias’s advanced seminar on erotic literature and taboo desire. The class readings turned her on almost as much as Marcus did. Elias’s deep voice when he lectured, his commanding presence, it pulled at something deep inside her. She told herself it was just the material. But late at night, she wondered. Marcus pulled her close and kissed her roughly. “Imagine if dear old Dad knew. Professor Perfect would lose his fucking mind. His precious stepdaughter getting railed by his son like a cheap whore.”

His free hand reached between us, fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight, relentless circles. “You love the risk, don’t you?” he whispered hotly against my ear. “Love knowing Amina could walk in any second and see me breeding this tight little pussy. See her father filling you up until you’re dripping with my seed.” I nodded frantically against his palm, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes. The taboo was intoxicating — wrong on every level, yet I couldn’t stop wanting it. Couldn’t stop wanting him. Elias fucked me harder, hips snapping with controlled power, his hand still muffling my cries. “Come for me, baby. Come while you’re still full of my cum

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

“Let him hear how well I fuck you.” “He’s outside,” I gasped. “I can hear him yelling from the street.” Damien carried me to the big glass window overlooking the entrance. He pressed me against the glass, my breasts squished on the cold surface, and fucked me from behind while we looked down. Kael was standing there like a madman, shouting up at the building. “Elara! You slut! Come down here! This isn’t over!” I moaned loudly, my breath fogging the glass. “He’s so pathetic… fuck me harder, Damien. Let him see what a real man does.”

"I didn't wait five months for one time. I didn't swim at two AM for months imagining you watching me just to fuck you once on a security desk." "I know." "I'm going to want you again. Tomorrow. And the day after. And for as long as you'll let me." "Elijah —" "Good." He pressed forward. The first inch made me gasp. The stretch. The heat. Five months of imagining had prepared me for the concept but absolutely not for the reality — not the specific way he filled me, not the way every nerve ending in my body lit up at once like he was electrifying me from the inside.

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

I can’t let Dad find out. The thought echoed, painful and desperate. Elias closed his eyes, took a shaky breath, and leaned forward. He took Cyrus into his mouth. The taste was nothing like the fantasies he lived on. Cyrus groaned, fingers tightening in Elias’s hair, guiding him deeper. “Good,” he muttered. “Keep going, or that picture goes straight to Dad.” Elias moved on autopilot, tears slipping down his cheeks. Fear kept him going, even as resentment burned hotter inside him toward Cyrus, toward himself, and somewhere deeper, toward the man whose scent still lingered on the fabric beside him.

She wanted to beg him to stop but deep down, she was ready to get fucked till she lost her life. Gem was unaware that it was the aphrodisiac in their semen was working on her. After Zane fucked Gem to death too, Jaxon felt remorseful. He couldn't get hard anymore. He was exhausted. Mike and Gem’s sexual energy was one of the best he had ever enjoyed. “Let’s release their friends,” he said to Zane. But his twin brother was insatiable. He wanted to know how it would feel to be inside Red’s cunt. He had never had a pregnant woman’s pussy ever.

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous now.” ‎ ‎Elias slicked his fingers, shoving two into him without warning. Damian’s smirk broke into a cry, back arching off the couch. ‎ ‎“Fuck, Elias!” ‎ ‎“That’s it,” Elias murmured darkly, curling his fingers until Damian was gasping, trembling under his touch. “Say my name like that again.” ‎ ‎Damian clawed at him, desperate. “More—fuck, give me more—” ‎ ‎Elias slammed into him in one brutal thrust, swallowing Damian’s scream with his mouth. Damian’s legs locked tight around him, dragging him deeper, nails raking angry red lines down his back.