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Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

She was paying well, and it was her apartment. She smiled gratefully and stood up, letting the robe drop completely to the floor. Her body was beautiful; her hips were curvy, and her boobs bounced lightly as she moved. As she bent to grab something from the bedside, I noticed a spider web tattoo on her left butt cheek. It was sexy as fuck. She opened her drawer, grabbing a realistic dildo; it was thick, veined, and long. She settled back into the chair, spreading her legs wide. I had to work from her back so I could fix her eyeliner as steadily as I could, which also meant I got a full view. No matter how I tried, I must definitely see.

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

I bodly stated with an unknown temerity coursing through me. I deserved to know the reason. He chuckled darkly and took some steps forward. The more he came towards me, the more I moved back until I had hit my back against the door of his room. I was totally caged. He gave me a mischievous smirk and placed his two hands by the door on both sides of my body, totally restricting my movement and locking me in. "You are too curious Crystal. Curiosity kills the cat"He whispered huskily as he leaned down towards me.

My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

Canna P.O.V. My heart was pounding in my chest as my father's words echoed in my mind. The thought of attracting other werewolves with my scent was both thrilling and terrifying. But deep down, I craved more than just a mate. I yearned for passion, for desire, for a love that would consume me whole. And as he pressed me against the wall, his hands resting on either side of my head, I couldn't help but feel my body respond to his touch. His lips were soft and warm against mine, sending shivers down my spine.

“You won’t need it. You will study in a real school this year.” He forcefully closed my notebooks and took them off my desk. His lips twitched watching me. I was taken aback by what he said and it must have shown in my eyes. "I'll be studying at a school? A real school?" I lowered my gaze to his arms. I wanted to touch him as I asked but I refrained from doing so as his arms were moist with sweat. I could see small scars on his stomach and arms and there was even a round scar. My gaze lingered on them which caused him to lower his gaze to his own body, following the scars I was looking at.