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"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

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.

“The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.” She leaned closer. “You’d fetch a high price.” Lila’s breath caught. She should leave. She stayed. Twenty minutes later, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The auctioneer—a tall, androgynous figure in a tailored tux—stepped forward. “Lot One,” they announced smoothly. “A delicious newcomer. Virgin to our stage. Limits: no blood, no permanent marks, no scat. Everything else… negotiable.” Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs.

One hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so he could devour my throat; the other clamped possessively around my ass, hauling me up his body until my legs locked around his waist. I moaned into his mouth, grinding down hard against the thick ridge already straining behind his trousers. I could feel how brutally hard he was and the realization made me clench emptily. Four years of suppressed fantasies detonated inside me. He carried me into the bedroom without breaking the kiss, kicked the door shut, and dropped me onto the mattress hard enough that I bounced once. Before I could catch my breath he was on me, ripping my sweater over my head, tearing the thin lace bra down so my breasts

I pictured him bending me over that same kitchen counter, calling me his dirty little stepsister while he fucked me even harder than he’d fucked her. The fantasy pushed me over the edge fast. My thighs trembled as I came hard, biting down on my fist to muffle my moan, my pussy pulsing against my fingers. I slid down the door, breathing ragged, fingers still tucked between my legs. This was going to be a very long two weeks.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Like the woman I imagined he wanted. Back in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up p**n on my phone, headphones in. The video showed a dominant older man devouring a younger woman. I spread my legs, fingers sliding under the lace to plunge inside myself. Two fingers, then three, thrusting in time with the moans in my ears. I imagined Mason’s voice in my head — *Good girl. Take it for Daddy.* My hips rocked, breasts heaving, the fantasy consuming me. The door clicked shut.

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He is like a book with a lock that has no key. The man looked much older than Ivan and Dante, his hair in a long ponytail which applied this look as a mafia man even more. He had a slight stubble on his jaw, a frown etched on his face like it permanently belonged there, I guess Mafia men don't know about the word smiling then and no Ivan's little stunts don't count. He was dressed in a black suit just like the rest of them, one thing I can never understand. These men don't get the concept of freedom in your own house, it's scary.

LEAH'S POV Oh my fuckingㅡ It felt like my mind blanked when I felt Father Matthias's finger brush against my G-spot, his thick fingers stretching me apart like a dick. Fuck, if his fingers were that big, how big would his dick be then? Would they fuck me here? Or would they just torture me with this? I didn't care, I just wanted to be used by them. This was awakening a sick fantasy in me and I was determined to see it to the end.