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Of the fire in his veins that I’d missed. His thighs caged me in. His body loomed above mine. I was trapped—beneath him, around him, within him. And God help me… it was intoxicating. His lips brushed mine. Not a kiss. A threat dressed like a promise. “He’s way older than you,” he said, low and rough, voice gravel and heat. “So believe it or not, love, I won’t tolerate your spoiled little games.” He leaned closer, forehead touching mine, eyes holding me like a knife to the throat.

Irina was a bad person who looked down on me and insulted me every chance she got. And I would be crazy if I let Milo slip through my fingers. "Hiding behind a man is not cute," she said in an overly sweet tone. "Neither is threatening a woman because your crush chose her over you. You know for your age, you're immature." Irina was twenty-eight yet she acted like she was nineteen. "Are you age-shaming me?" "Leave me alone. You can have Milo once I'm done with him." I walked past her to the car and this time she didn't try to stop me. She glared into my back as I left the building and got into the waiting car. It was almost dawn when I arrived at the penthouse.

“Y-yes.” He scoffed. “Well, I’ll tell you… Asking you to be my fuck buddy was a mistake. From now on, that rule or whatever the fuck it is ends. That stupid rule was a mistake, something I said in the moment because I was high on sex. So, please, understand me…The rule has ended and there will be no sexual contact between us again. We will go back to our old rule and the reason why we got married. Additionally, after two years, we will get a divorce, and I will set you free.” My heart shattered into a million pieces.

Hannah responded calmly, her smile polite. Seeing Darren's increasing displeasure, Hannah chuckled softly, reaching out to hold his hand. Turning to Kenneth, she softly said, "I have a hearty appetite. Candlelit dinners don't quite fill me up." After a pause, she added, "Moreover, older men are not my cup of tea. I find that there's a generation gap between us." Kenneth's expression froze. He retorted in disbelief, "I'm only 35! Is 35 considered old? It's the prime time for a man to be mature and charming. Men in their forties are still at their peak. Can they really be considered old?"

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

He took the glass from her hand and drank it in one gulp. "I just asked it casually." She was getting close to him slowly. She wrapped her hand around his waist. She was breathing in his smell. He was not showing any interest in her but she didn't halt herself. She got this opportunity after the death of her wife. How could she let him go?.

And the most dangerous part of all was how easily he made me forget that he was just the cook. Victor, my husband was much older than I was. He was in his late forties, while I was in my early thirties. It hadn’t been a love marriage. I had been pushed into it by my parents for his wealth, and I had accepted it because survival had sounded better than rebellion. Back then, I hadn’t thought I had much of a choice. My father had made sure of that.

He had given me the usual quick kiss at the door and promised to call when he landed, but I knew he probably wouldn’t. For months now he had been distant, always too tired or too busy to really touch me. Our sex had become rare and rushed, leaving me feeling empty and starved for real attention. When his brother Jake arrived two days ago to stay for a whole month and help with some house repairs, I tried to act normal around him. But the truth was I had developed a strong forbidden crush on Jake. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with easy confidence. He actually listened when I spoke, something my husband rarely did anymore.

“You should be thinking about how I'd feel inside you.” “ How I'd stretch you. How I'd fuck you till Christmas lights burned out.” I swallowed hard. My pussy already soaking, imagining him doing just that. “You're too old.” “Old? I’m just thirty little girl and thirty is not dead, baby.” His palm kept moving, my calf, knee, then inner thigh. He stopped at the edge where the blanket met skin and held my gaze. “Thirty means I know exactly what to do with a wet little pussy like yours.”