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Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

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.

This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear understanding of its mature and controversial themes. Happy Reading ! You can follow my F******k page, Mia X Novels and I*******m Account: miaxnovels, for more stories !

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

Pairing: Lurav Yent x Uriel Linel Genre: Dark Angel x Human Fantasy Romance Warnings: Explicit content, dark themes, obsession, wings kink, supernatural seduction, forbidden desire. . . The first time Lurav Yent saw Uriel Linel, the sky tore open above the crumbling cathedral.

But inside, my mind raced, thoughts tumbling over each other. What if he means in bed? What if he is thinking the same dirty things I am? I have read those books, the ones with dominant men and submissive women, tied up, spanked, ordered around until they beg to cum. It turns me on so much and makes my pussy soak my panties when I read them late at night, my vibrator buzzing against my clit as I imagine submitting. But I have never told anyone, not even Mark, my closest friend, my pussy tingled at the thought now, a real ache starting, and I shifted in my seat, feeling the dampness in my panties already, the fabric sticking slightly to my folds.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised – triggers for non-consensual undertones in fantasy context, size difference, and intense power play. This is going to be a long series. Enjoy ;) CHAPTER ONE

Every time Marcus thrust forward, my nipple popped deeper into her warm, wet mouth. “Such perfect tits,” Chloe moaned against my skin, sucking greedily, leaving red marks I’d have to hide later. “Bounce them for us, Ella. Let me feel how heavy they are while he fucks you.” I was lost. Marcus pounded harder, one hand slapping my ass lightly, the other reaching around to rub my clit. Chloe kept worshipping my breasts — sucking, licking, biting gently — while whispering filthy encouragement: “That’s it… take his cock like a good slut. Cum all over him while I suck these pretty nipples.”

And I was completely blown away. “Fuccccccccckkkk!” I screamed loudly, yanking my trembling hand back with a sudden, shocked fling. What the fuck was that? A monstrous, throbbing beast pulsed menacingly between his powerful thighs. My heart suddenly beat even faster, pounding wildly in my chest. My pussy ached with a deep, clenching tightness that had nothing to do with arousal anymore—it was raw, overwhelming fear mixed with a dark, forbidden thrill that made my juices trickle shamefully down my thighs.