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It's said he didn't hesitate to kill his brothers and finally succeed the CEO of Rovio Group. Will a romantic love trigger between them or lust? Warning:::🔞This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity which may trigger some readers. Volume One ****************************** Warning::: 18+ This book contains explicit sexual scenes, young readers are advised. It's an erotic book which contains sex scenes mainly based on sex and romance. "Did you sleep with him?" Mel asked. "No, I didn't," I replied. "I did not sleep with him." "Tell me, Bitch, tell me the truth, damn you," she yelled at me.

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

] Author’s Note Thank you so much for supporting my work—I’d love it if you could rate this book and leave a comment to share your thoughts. As hinted in the synopsis, Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book opens the door to a series of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one bolder, darker, and more intoxicating than the last. For those who crave the forbidden… who yearn to dance on the edge where pleasure and danger blur into one, these stories are written for you. Stay with me as I unravel the next tale—one that will leave your mouth watering and a delicious shiver racing through your body.

Ryan whispered into my ear as his pace picked up. I was more than willing to oblige as I screamed loudly in pleasurable pain. I wrapped my hands around his neck and held him tightly as he continued thrusting into my pussy. The erotic sounds of skin meeting skin echoed in the room as he thrust into me hard and fast. The scent of his cologne clung to his skin. I could smell it with every breath I took; it was thick, sweet, and unmistakable, its lingering presence filling my lungs as he continued thrusting into my pussy relentlessly.

My mind was a fever dream of images from the magazine and the forbidden, half-formed fantasies l'd never let fully surface about the girl whose room I was defiling. The climax was a tidal wave building in my guts. Time to roll. I never finished on her bedspread. That was Rule One. I flipped onto my back, the bikini top still clenched in my fist around my cock. Two hard, frantic strokes, and here comes my beautiful orgasm... "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" The voice was a shriek of pure, unadulterated horror. It sliced through the room, through my arousal, straight into my primal brain.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

She just desired so much more, that he should keep sending her to the abode of heaven. As Eric started to move so quickly against her, slamming and beating her until the sound of their colliding sexes began to reverberate throughout the entire room, she continued to solidify her position. An aura of the stench of cum pervaded the air around them, intensifying the lust that surrounded them.