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Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

18+ Mature content ahead Aarav's Pov: I gritted my teeth while pounding inside this slut under me as she screamed in pure ecstacy. My hands are on either side of her clutching the sheets hard as I grunted, her pussy walls are gripping tightly around my cock.

Well, for him it easy to said that because he’s not in my shoe, but if he knows how pressure being an omega, he won’t say it! “You know what Matthew, just shut your fucking mouth! If you don’t help me then stop saying anything like you know everything in this world. Maybe it easy for you to say that because you are an Alpha but just to make it clear, I am an omega and I have pack to protect!” I angrily said. Thanks to him, I don’t feel anything in my knees now. My attention is now on him, I want to punch and pull his hair until he cries and helplessly asking for forgiveness.

Marcela is sitting in front of Amber's computer, going through every detail of it. All the files are related to her university, others to her work, except for one folder that contains many photos, videos, and links from a site she had heard rumors about before, but had never had such compelling evidence. Where did she get this from? What does Jarl Fenrisson have to do with this atrocious practice?

Mathew asked, tone infuriatingly reasonable, as though he hadn't just orchestrated an entire evening around this exact reaction. Silius rounded on him, glaring so hard it was a small miracle Mathew didn't combust on the spot. "What's wrong, you ask?" He lowered his voice into a furious hiss, leaning in so the people in line couldn't hear. "It's a feeling R-18 movie." Mathew's grin only widened, sharp and delighted. "Isn't that exciting?"

"The late-night study session is in full swing. We’re going to walk through the stacks, and you’re going to act like a perfectly normal, perfectly failing student." He pressed a button on the remote. The vibration hit me like a lightning bolt. It wasn't a gentle buzz; it was a high-frequency, aggressive throb that seemed to rattle my very bones. My knees buckled, and I had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from falling. "Ah! Sir... please!" "Quiet," he snapped, though his eyes were dancing with sadistic delight. "This is level one, Liam. There are ten levels. Every time you make a sound, every time you stumble, I turn it up. If you cry out in public, the 'F' becomes permanent."

He would not grant Felix this last win. Felix opens the door and scowls at his mother. “What are you doing, Mum?” He demands rudely. The woman immediately withdrawn into herself, her eyes averting to the ground. “I–I wanted to make sure you are alright,” she answers in a tiny voice. Nate frowns at the way Felix is speaking to his mother, while Dylan gawks at him, shocked to find him on the other side of the door. “Well, as soon you can see, I am fine,” Felix turns to wink at Dylan, his expression full of mocking humor, before he walks past his mum and Nate, like he isn’t even there.

Gupta _________________ Trigger Warnings: MMMF, MF, MFM, Chòking, slàpping, exhìbitionism, non-con elements, spànking, sharing, humiliàtion, dègradtion, bullying, Punishments, Manipulation and power imbalance. Revenge and retribution. Rough handling and over stimulation. Dubious consent. Forced proximity. Coercion and Blackmail. If any of these themes are triggering for you, please proceed with caution. Your mental health matters. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REFLECT REAL LIFE BEHAVIOURS. THE CHARACTERS ARE MORALLY QUESTIONABLE AND SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICIZED IN REAL LIFE.

Mate. Oh fuck.

LEAH "I don't know. Everything? He's your fiance, Leah. You're supposed to be in love with him." Matteo tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. "Why do you sound like you're being interrogated?" "I don't sound like that." "You sound exactly like that." Our mother was watching us now, her fork frozen halfway to her mouth, and even our father had looked up from his newspaper. The room felt smaller somehow, the walls pressing in, and I could feel sweat beginning to bead at the back of my neck.