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“Harder. Don’t hold back.” He obeys. His hips snap faster. The pounding grows rough. My breasts bounce with the force. He leans down. He tries to kiss me while thrusting. Our mouths meet messily. Teeth clash a little. Tongues tangle awkwardly. I taste myself on him. Salty. Intimate. It feels real. Not perfect. But the imperfection makes it hotter. Like we’re both desperate in this forbidden act. He breaks the kiss. His forehead presses to mine. “We’re really doing this. My sister’s pussy taking every inch.”

Soft moans kept escaping anyway as warmth pooled heavily between her thighs. He was touching her like he knew how much she'd craved him. His hands never rushed. He worked her body thoroughly, making her hips shift restlessly under the thin sheet, her fingers clutching the fabric like an anchor. The scent of him, the heat of his body so close, the way his long curls fell forward as he leaned in, it was overwhelming. Forbidden tension thickened the air. Her idol, the untouchable star, had his hands all over her naked skin, deliberately teasing her. She couldn't imagine how much she'd be cancelled if his fans knew of this.

CHAPTER 76: THE CRACK IN THE SEAM That fact no longer shakes them. It no longer terrifies. The forbidden truth of what they are doing—what they should not be doing—has dissolved into insignificance. What matters now is the haze of destructive pleasure moving through their bodies, an intoxicating current that blinds, deafens, obliterates everything except sensation. Adrian is slamming faster, harder, his hips driving with raw abandon into Amanda. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the bedroom, a wet, obscene rhythm echoing through walls once reserved for vows of fidelity and a marriage that now feels like a prison cell.

“Pray every single day. Stay a good girl. The world out there is full of temptation waiting to corrupt pure hearts like yours.” I nod, forcing a small smile while my stomach twists. Good girl. The words feel like a bad joke. The second she turns to straighten a picture on the wall, I roll my eyes hard, jaw tight. If only she knew how many times I’ve snuck out, spread my legs for girls who actually know how to make me cum. My pussy has been throbbing nonstop for days at the thought of having my own space, no more hiding my toys or muffling my moans.

It was possession made visible, a storm finally finding its thunder. “Don’t tempt me,” he said. Theo met his gaze. “Then teach me.” The world narrowed to breath and heartbeat. Adrian’s control fractured completely; the careful professor was gone, replaced by something darker, needier, real. He pressed his palm flat against Theo’s chest, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath. “Correction,” he whispered. “You don’t run from me again.” Theo’s voice was barely audible. “I won’t.” Adrian’s eyes softened, guilt flickering through the hunger. “You should.”

Why did proximity to Adrian feel like gravity pulling, grounding, and dangerous all at once? She wasn’t naïve. She knew the risks. Knew how power complicated intimacy. And yet When he looked at her, he didn’t see leverage. He didn’t see optics. He saw her. That terrified her more than Serena ever could. Her phone buzzed. Adrian: I’m outside. She hesitated. Then zipped the dress fully and walked out. They didn’t talk at first. They didn’t need to. The city hummed around them as they walked, side by side, close enough that their arms brushed occasionally each contact a question neither of them asked aloud.

I’ll never let anything happen to her, it doesn’t matter what happens. We were taken to the back entrance of the Casino by a bald detrimental-looking man wearing a tight black suit, his eyes traveling around my revealed skin every then and now, especially to my open breast curves, dripping invisible saliva of lust for me. I cannot explain in words how awfully uncomfortable I am because of him. I pretended not to notice his stares at me.

Adrien's POV: He bites down on my lower lip, stretching the skin until pain explodes in the nerve endings, and my heart thumps, pushing and shoving itself against my rib cage. It was a feeling that I have never experienced in my life before. He kept his mouth open for me, letting me taste every bit of it. He tasted forbidden temptation. This is how Adam must have felt while tasting the forbidden fruit. My tongue curls around his, his hand drops from my collar and he slides it to my side, feeling and exploring my chest and back, and I could not help the hiss

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

NOAH; irresistible. I'm trying to keep it together. I promised myself to just make her feel better, have fun with her in the basement but something about her keeps breaking my rules. She looked so innocent, I don't know, I just love it and it would be very bad to let someone else mark her. Jace doesn't just know what he has and I will help him. I didn't want to get entangled, I tried so hard to fight it, I have felt the need to get sexual with anyone for such a long time.