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His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer, as if to physically brand me as his. I tried to speak, to ask, to understand, but the words caught in my throat. His confession, his possessiveness, it was overwhelming. It was everything I had secretly craved, twisted into something far more terrifying than I had ever imagined. He wasn't just my forbidden fantasy; he was my captor, in a way I hadn't foreseen. "Gabriel..." I managed, my voice a weak whisper.

I’d tried flirting with him last time I came home from college, but he only smiled that polite, indulgent uncle smile like I was just a shy freshman sixteen-year-old girl who didn’t know what she was doing. But I did. Oh, I did. He is the object of my dirty fantasies, the sole reason of my wayward emotions, but he’s happily married, and just here for the summer vacation, after which he and his wife would be long gone. He is way off limits. He's dangerous as they come. He's forbidden like the tree in the garden of eden. He is someone I should not even bother fantasizing about. But I couldn't help what I felt. ♠︎♠︎♠︎

Matt says with a chuckle, “and it begins with P.” “Second word begins with W,” Max volunteers. “Yeah,” Eric responds to Max. “Just because you don’t like pussy doesn’t mean I don’t.” He turns to Matt. “And as far as the second word in that phrase, I remember a story about a college student who went to this BDSM club.” “Whoa!” Matt says, lifting his hand. “What happens in college stays in college.” “Good thing this isn’t college!” We all laugh as more and more people make their way into the bar.

- Clary's POV - "Clary!" I heard his scream coming from the magical forest. I was too shocked to hear his voice. I wasn’t ready to even hear it. I wasn’t prepared for any interaction with him, and I had no plans to have one. He was never in my plan. I could not forgive him for colluding with Andrea, the wolf who killed our child. I could never forgive both of them.

The Fantasy Mara's POV Three days into our arrangement, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. About his hands. His mouth. The way he'd looked at me while he fucked me against his shower wall this morning before work. We were sitting in his living room now, both pretending to read. But I could feel his eyes on me, burning. "Tell me something you've always wanted to try," he said suddenly. I looked up from my book. "What?" "A fantasy. Something you've been too embarrassed to ask for."

After what seems like forever, I’m brought back to the present, suddenly and without warning, when he removes the fingers from inside me—his and mine. And I grab onto him, not wanting to let him or this feeling go. What if this is a dream and I’ll never feel this way again? What if I wake up and never find my way back? But his next words erase any misconception I had about how real this is. “From now on, if you have any sexual urges, I’ll be the only one who satisfies them.” DAMIEN. A mistake. That’s what it should be. Every second from the moment she walked inside and I lost my fucking cool to when she detonated in my hold as if she’d waited her entire life for me to come along.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

"You're going to be completely claimed by four massive cocks at once. Your pussy is going to be completely destroyed. Your ass is going to be completely destroyed. Your mouth is going to be completely used. And I'm going to capture every second of it." Tanya's pussy clenches at the thought, and Marcus feels it. He pulls her closer, already imagining what's coming next. The fantasy has evolved into something massive, something consuming, something that's become their entire life. And they're both completely embracing it with every fiber of their being.

And every single time I kissed her, I lost a little more control. I couldn’t resist her. It was like she had suddenly cast a spell over me. I pulled away from her and went over to the shelf. I picked the handcuffs, and feathery whip. I went back to her and cuffed her to the bed. “There are no safe words here,” I whispered in her ear. I could hear her heart beating loud. I ripped the dress off her and she arched her waist. I blindfolded her and used the feather whip to trace her body.

* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting a scene of Jax returning, finding her like this, phone in one hand, fingers buried in the other, then joining, making her squirt across the keyboard. Her orgasm hit sudden and fierce, back bowing off the bed, a strangled cry escaping as her pussy spasmed, fresh wetness soaking the sheets. She rode it out, reading the flood of shared depravity, each one a spark to her sated but insatiable fire. Panting, Zelda dropped the phone, a wicked smile curving her lips. The tease worked readers hooked, fantasies unleashed in the comments below. Jax had left her marked, but this? This was her claiming the narrative. Drop yours now. What's your