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“Oh yes… just like that. Please.” I didn’t care who heard or saw us. I didn’t care about anything but the dirty, sinful fire spreading through my veins as their hands and mouths claimed me in the dark. “Say my name,” Finn growled from behind, his rough fingers pinching my hardened nipple through my bra. “I want to hear you scream it—loud, Nova.”

In one smooth motion he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically. He turned and pressed my back against the wall hard enough to knock a picture frame crooked. The new position put the hard ridge of his erection right against the place where I needed friction most and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against him. “Fuck,” Nathan groaned against my mouth, and the raw need in his voice sent another wave of heat through me. His hips thrust up to meet mine and the friction made stars burst behind my closed eyelids. We were still fully clothed but it felt so good I thought I might actually come just from this, just from grinding against him like teenagers.

“I hate how you make this a business transaction.” With a scowl, she asked, “What else would you call it, Tiernan? You saw something you wanted, negotiated the price—and everyone has one—and now want to change the terms. So, what does a measure of freedom cost me?” A pain pierced his chest, but he kept his expression cool. “Fine, look at it that way. It costs you some pleasant company. I expect conversation over dinner, genuine ask-and-answer, like two civilized people.” His eyes narrowed. “And I want you to drop the pretense that you don’t want me. We both know sex can be amazing, and I want that back, like you were the first night, instead of this automaton that starts out in my bed every

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Liam took hold of her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while his other hand trailed down her body. He kissed her fiercely, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and moaning in pleasure as he tasted her. He moved his mouth down to her neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin there. Penelope was getting lost in the sensations, her body starting to ache with desire. Liam took the opportunity to start undressing her, tearing off her clothes like a man possessed. He threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, taking control of the situation.

He might be incomplete but for Sandra she could see all her happiness in him. He was caring and loving. He would bear all her stupidness and never put blame on her for anything. This is what a woman wants. A woman can fell in love with a slave. She can choose a slave over a king if she is truly in love. You can not create boundaries in love. You can not create rules in love. Love makes it's own rule. And the first rule of love is... there are no rules. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Letting out a sigh, she brought out her phone and began scrolling through her feed with absolutely no interest. She needed a distraction from this black man and her phone wasn't helping matters. After scrolling through for a while, curiously got the best of her and she decided to surf the web for images of a typical black cock. The images she was seeing were enough to make a woman drop down in shock. No way was a man blessed with that, probably editing but still there was no denying the throbbing in her core that was leaking juices from anticipation. Anna crossed her legs in an attempt to cleanse the want but to no avail.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.