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I couldn't help myself, one hand reached down to stroke my length while the other groped at my chest, pretending it was Ryan touching me. "Fuck," I breathed out, closing my eyes. I imagined Ryan's little hands on my body, exploring every inch of me like he owned me. The water cascaded down my back as I pictured him pinning me against the wall, his thick cock pressing against my ass. I knew he couldn't fuck me, but it doesn't matter, as far as it was Ryan, I could do any style. I stroked faster, harder, I was already lost in the fantasy. My other hand tweaked my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched into my own touch, my hips bucking as I tried chased my release.

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.

Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else. After all, the only thing worse than living with your enemy… …is falling in love with him.

Scott's version of love was a warm blanket I never asked to be wrapped in. Adam's version was this. Cold water. Clear sight. I preferred it. "So I need a counter-narrative." "Yes." "I need someone who shapes that for me. Someone who fights in that arena while I fight in the other." Adam tilted his head. "I have people—" "No." The word came out sharper than I intended. I softened it. "No. I appreciate everything you've done. But your people work for you. They're loyal to you. I need—"

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo

Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest. My more serious works are also part of different series. And all the series below feature ENEMIES TO LOVERS trope. What can I say? I’m a sucker for it. If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Now she get to know that breaking engagement in India is not easy . Preview:- Shopping Tell me your favorite character from this book , till now in comments.

His eyes burned into mine, and I felt my whole body reaction to his stare, completely under his spell, we drew closer to each other until our noses met and our lips locked, His lips grazed mine with a fierce hunger, a growing desire swirling within me, deliberately nibbling on them, while I melted into his control, surrendering to his caress, Our lips parted, and he held me up, leading me towards the room upstairs, while I followed in total surrender to my desires, The door closed behind us and there was no reason for me to hold back, he pulled me closer, his firm hand guarding me on my toes, he leaned in, his supple lips meeting my already parted lips, Fuelled by the desire that coursed thr