Fingers Interlocked

Synopsis “Tell me, Jasmine, Do you really think you can resist the bond?’’ He taunted, tracing his fingers over my naked thigh. “I did it once, I can… fuck..’’ His head dipped towards my neck, his tongue slithered across the sensitive skin. I could feel the smile on his lips, and my body heat up like a flame. “I still remember your weakne..’’ My fingers found his neck as I kissed him deeply. Tomorrow was another day to regret. …………………. He rejected her. Alpha Derrick Butane rejected Jasmine Brooke the day he discovered his mate was an omega. He wanted nothing to do with a weak wolf. Now the tides have turned, and destiny has brought them together once more. This time, however, the weak vulnerable girl Jasmine was; is long gone. She is powerful and lethal. A leader of the rogues. She has wiped out one wolf pack after another until finally, she stands at the doorstep of Derrick, nothing but revenge in mind. She had come back for retribution and she was going to get it..

"Tell me you don't want this, Vivianne..." Noah's breath warmed against my skin, his finger dragging against my aching clit, and his eyes locked on me. "I'll stop if you tell me to..." My waist arch, a soft moan slipping off my lips as he pushed two fingers inside me, a smirk curling at his lips. I should push him away... I should curse him, but I couldn't. My body betrayed me. I wanted him, I hated to admit it. How could my body want the same man who ruined my life? "No... Noah..." My breath stuttered, nails digging into the bed as desire washed over me. "Do... don't... touch... argh! Right ther...e... Fuck! Please don't stop..." "Where, V... Tell me where you want me to touch." He fingers moved inside me, teasing my inside. "Ri...right there... Fuck!" My hips jerked up, pussy throbbing with pleasure, walls tightening on his fingers... right before my orgasm tore through me...

“You want to be cleansed?” his voice was rough, dangerous. “Then let me drag every filthy sin out of you.” His hand slid higher, shoving her dress up to her hips. She whimpered when his fingers pressed against the thin lace hiding her heat already soaked through. “On your knees, begging for forgiveness, and dripping for me,” he muttered darkly. “Do you feel how wet you are? That’s not holy. That’s you wanting to be fucked.” Two fingers pushed past the lace, plunging inside her slick heat. Her moan broke in the stillness, echoing in a place that should have been sacred. Shame burned her cheeks, but her hips rocked helplessly against his hand, clenching around every thrust as if she’d been waiting for this sin all along. These are chances to watch good girls give in, bad girls take control, and men break every rule to have them. Stepbrothers, bosses, best friend’s fathers, priests, professors, dangerous strangers each story pushes the line between resistance and surrender. Dirty, addictive, and impossible to put down, this mature collection will leave you wet, aching, and hungry for more.

After being bullied to death at school, I was reborn as a newborn baby. And then I realized my mother was the same person who had tormented me. Now she was whispering to me sweetly, “Oh, my precious baby.” Precious baby? I immediately started thrashing in her arms, trying to jab my tiny fingers into her eyes. From this day forward, this ‘precious baby’ would be out for revenge!

Get your fingers and vibrators ready!! This collection of steamy, erotic short stories is guaranteed to bring your wildest fantasies to life. Remember, it's PG 18... There will be blood play, choking, whipping, bondange, affair with step families and friends, lust, BDSM, pure love, dark fantasies and role plays... #WARNING: Do not read this book in public!! Dive into this book with caution, baby oil and your wild imagination. See you at the other side!

A one night stand with a complete stranger turned out to be a one night stand with her ex's uncle. Regardless of this they couldn't stop their burning desires for each other. It felt so wrong yet so right, but nothing right comes easy, or does it? "Do I frighten you?" He asked with raised eyebrows. The grin he was trying to hide was loud enough to tell he knew the answer to that question. "Do I make you wet?" He asks when I say nothing but tremble under his touch. He was a lot to resist and I hated I couldn't just satisfy my burning desire to feel him inside me again. I shake my head when I couldn't muster the composure to utter a single word. In the blink of an eye, his hands were on my thighs sliding up to my panties. I gasp when his fingers press on the lace fabric, rubbing on the moistened area. My lips betray me for a soft moan and I shamelessly move on his fingers for more pleasure. "Bad. Bad liar." He whispers into my ear . . .

Secrets. Never stay hidden. Lies. Always surface.                          The Dragon.                    With every stroke of his fingers sets fire to your skin leaving you burning with need.                       The want, the longing and desires to be ravished, devoured by the Dragon takes control.                             Whoever    comes always, leaves satisfied. WARNING MAY BE TRIGGER WARNINGS SEX VIOLENCE DRUG USE AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIORS   maybe spelling errors and Grammer mistakes final edit will be once completed.

“Look at the mirror, and tell me to whom you belong, Violette.” Noah cupped me in between my thighs harshly, making my breath haywire. “Answer me!” His tone dropped even low, followed by his dangerous growl. “Y..you,” I answered in a strangled whisper and gasped when he slipped two fingers inside me in a swift motion. “Again. To whom you belong, my dear?” He asked again, pumping his fingers in and out on my wet and slickly sex. “You, Noah.” “Good. Remember that before you let someone lay their hand on you. Now, open your legs wider for me.” *** Violette Daley never knew that her life would turn upside down after her brave attempt to escape to the Lycan's land. She only planned to stay for a day or two and then slip away to the human's land. But her plan was ruined after accidentally freeing a dangerous Lycan— Noah, in the cave. What started as a mere promise between the beast and her for her safety suddenly took a twisted turn. Now, she was to follow him, and worse, he claimed her as his mate. Before she knew it. Violette was already trapped in the sea of beasts, and Noah was the only one she could depend on to survive.

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?

BLURB “Mr Geal, we can't please.” her voice breaks as he trailed his fingers down jaw to her lips. Her breath comes out in gasps as she tightens her legs together, “Please, you are betrothed.” she murmured. His hands move to her neck where he tightens them whispering, “It doesn't matter,” he growls, his fingers finding their way beneath my skirt. “I am yours anyway.” He doesn't give her a second before his fingers sweep her panties aside, and find their way home. “Holy hell-” therest of the words is jumbled in her throat as he slams his lips against hers ~~~~~~ Olivia Macurry, a woman whose lifetime goal was to stop stripping. She wanted nomore than a white collar job where she wouldn't have to open her legs to get paid. After getting ordered by a man whopaid fifteen thousand dollars to have her for the night, she agreed but she didn't keep to the bargain. Now her new boss is the same blue eyed man that paid for a night with her, the same man she left when he was in the bathroom barely an hour after their first round. But it's too late because he wants her again. Just a taste, and he's addicted. He won't let her go, not even when he is buried six feet under. He can't stop, he must have her after all he paid for a night. Obsession turns into attraction. Attraction turns into possession. Possession turns into pure madness. He refuses to let her go yet he is betrothed to another. Secrets, lies, betrayal, and anger drives their relationship towards madness as everything is turned upside. But then Leonardo's best quality was that he thrived in chaos, and even though he is betrothed he belonged to her. Body, mind, and fucking soul.