Enemies To Lovers Smut Mga Nobela at Kwento

He’d gotten it into his head that the girl has to cum, or the boy is a bad lover. Well, the truth is, he WAS a bad lover, and no matter how many times he banged me, I wasn’t going to see any stars. Just the cracks in his ceiling. And now I was starting to dry up, as he’d worn off all the K-Y I’d applied. I wondered if I’d ever find a guy who could fuck me like I deserved to be fucked.

What a fool he was, jealousy clouded his judgment like he was some stupid teen. I stood up. “No, I found out just like you did last night, on the damn Internet,” I said. “Idris and Samira have been sneaking around for weeks, fucking while all you could get was masturbating to her photos!” I spat out. “To put it simply, they’re in love,” I declared, speaking slowly so the words would land with impact. His foolish face turned all puffy, the veins on his temple bulging dangerously. “Looks like she had her eyes set on a better man than you will ever be!" I said, walking away with a laugh.

He folds me in half and grinds deep, staring into my eyes the whole time. “I still hate you,” I gasp as he hits that spot perfectly. “Yeah?” He smirks, rolling his hips. “Then why is your hole sucking me in like it never wants me to leave?” I don’t have an answer. I just pull him down and kiss him — angry, desperate, messy. We fuck twice more before we finally pass out — sweaty, sticky, and tangled together like we can’t stand to be apart even while we’re supposed to be enemies.

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

I said. “Erotica,” he replied with a grin. “Romance,” I blurted out. “We don’t have pure romance,” Kit said flatly. “I mean, we hardly watch anything in this house, and when we do, it’s usually just p**n… or erotica.” “Brant has a whole stash—I can grab them for you. I used to sneak a few. Don’t tell him. They’re all dusty now anyway; I don’t think he watches them anymore.”

I said quietly, "even after telling her the truth, I'm still attracted to Sexy Red?" "What you feel for Sexy Red isn't love," he said firmly. "Let me ask you something...you don't know what this Sexy Red looks like, correct?" I nodded. "Correct." "Then what you're experiencing can't be love. It's not even obsession...if it were true obsession, you wouldn't even consider letting her go. What you have is infatuation. Fantasy. You don't know what she looks like, so there's a possibility that when she reveals her face, you may not even feel anything for her."

* At that moment, he couldn’t agree more. Stellan pressed on, confused. "Wait, didn’t you and Lena always hate each other? They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I thought we could be... half friends." Stellan’s gaze lingered on Alaric’s face, searching for a hint of agreement. "You’re mistaken," Alaric said sharply. "Just because I disagree with someone doesn’t mean I would use underhanded tactics against her or wish her harm. Especially not a woman. That’s nothing to be proud of."

The lycan brothers had to be destroyed, and I was the only one who could do it. But the Moon Goddess had different plans. She had played a cruel trick on me, binding my fate to theirs in the cruelest way possible. I was supposed to despise them. I was supposed to see them as nothing more than enemies, obstacles in my path. And yet… Lucian stood so close, his warmth enveloping me, his intoxicating scent clouding my mind. He smelled of the wild—earthy, masculine, raw. The heat from his body seeped into mine, weakening my resolve. Unlike his brothers, Lucian didn’t push.

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,

‘I’ll see you very soon my love. ‘I love you’ I whisper and before I get the chance to say anything else, he’s gone. My heart stings as it feels him leave me, further and further as he makes his way through the woods, past where my pack resides and to the opposite side of our town. I made a quick attempt to tidy my room and dispose of any kind of his scent, including the scent he’d left on me. I showered off his smell and his touch, I hated this part, I didn’t want to have to shower it away every time, but I also couldn’t just risk anyone being able to get a whiff of his scent on my fur.