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He thrust deep, desk shaking, my tits bouncing as I wrapped legs around him. 'You're dripping. Been a busy girl?' he teased, but didn't suspect. I came twice on his dick, once from his fingers in my arse, the double sensation overwhelming. He finished inside, kissing me possessively. Slipping away, I returned to Ethan, who waited in my bed, ready for night three. As he fucked me slow and tender, whispering love, I smiled into the dark. The cravings grew, insatiable, and the betrayals? They were just beginning to unravel.

How do you find the story so far? I hope you're enjoying it. Mrs. M is the third book in Love For The Wicked Series. 1|Devin 2|Evan 3|Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife. My other completed books. ~Dangerous Desire Series~ 1|Falling For My Husband 2|A Game With No Rules Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance All of my books are stand-alone. But following the series order would be the best way to read Love For The Wicked and Dangerous Desire.

He sighed, dropped the water and went into his drawer to peek at the contract. He didn't like the way he felt around her and that was why he was always mean to her because he wanted her to hate him. If he hated her, and she hated him, when he eventually dreams and she gets mated to someone else, he wouldn't feel too bad. “But she is our mate.” Eric, his wolf spoke out. “She isn't!” He snapped. “There is no evidence.” “What about the attraction and spark?” Eric asked. “Those are just my imaginations. I might be seeing things and feeling them at the same time.” He argued.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

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No mistaking what it was. Her body ground against him, every move of her hips rubbing over his hardness. Heat surged through her veins. And then it hit her—his scent. That same scent from earlier. Her eyes snapped open. It’s him! The guy at the counter! Her body burned hotter with that realization. Wetness pooled between her thighs. Flashes of his veiny hand skimming her curves made her bite back a moan. She pushed harder against him, rolling her hips until he groaned into her ear.

Her torso arched backward under the pull of hands mauling her breasts, and she met the lips of one man in a kiss which she returned with fervent hunger. The one beneath her drove his tongue deep into her entrance, twisting and probing inside, while another knelt between her spread thighs, his fingers tugging and exposing her swollen clit upward for added torment. She broke from the first kiss only to be claimed by another’s mouth, her moans muffled against new lips as a third trailed wet licks along the curve of her neck, all the while, their palms roughly kneaded her breasts. Her lips were traded from one set to the next, a chain of eager takers.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

Val He slowed his pace again, easing his thick fingers out until only the blunt tips circled my slick entrance in lazy, torturous strokes. I whimpered, a broken, needy sound that echoed off the marble counters, and pushed my ass back desperately, chasing the fullness I craved. “Not yet, princess,” he growled low in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. One hand left my breast to join the other between my thighs. He spread my soaked folds wide open, exposing my throbbing clit to the cool kitchen air. Then he flicked the swollen nub with the rough pad of his finger—once, twice—each tap sending electric shocks straight to my core.