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“Did you?” “Yes,” I said honestly. “And I don’t regret it.” Because the wanting hadn’t been the problem. Silence had been. Shame had been. Being told that fire was something to fear instead of understand. I stepped closer to him, resting my arms on the railing too. “For a long time,” I said, “I thought forbidden meant wrong.” “And now?” “Now I think forbidden just means powerful,” I said. “And power scares people who need control.” He smiled then, not wide, not triumphant. Just real.

I scream out, but he covers my mouth with his and drowns out my scream with his warm tongue as he kisses me. His teeth graze against my bottom lip and I’m moaning into his hot mouth. There’s an urgency as he moves his lips against mine while keeping his free hand around my throat. An urgency and a rush of hunger that I never knew I needed. And then suddenly he pulls his hand from in between my thighs and breaks our kiss abruptly before sitting back on the bed. My heart sinks again. “I can't. Fuck! I shouldn't have. This is Taboo." He hastily stood, running the other hand which held my throat in his hair. “Let's not do this again Leila." His fists clenched as he stared into my eyes with a gla

“Here? But… someone could see. We could be caught.” “Let them,” he said, his voice a low, cruel purr, a terrifying, thrilling prospect. “Let them see what a filthy little slut you are. Let them see who you belong to. Let them see the power I have over you, the power to make you fuck me in public, like a common whore.”

“I can feel you getting tighter. You’re right there, aren’t you? Poor little good girl trying so hard not to come on this cock like the desperate slut you really are.” “Damon, I'm not a slut!” I yelled at him but he didn't slow down. “Yet you keep crying like you want more, huh?” I hear him smirk. “I can’t…I’m gonna…Damon, please…” “Not yet, hold it.” He slows just enough to keep me right on the razor edge, still buried deep inside me, still rubbing my clit with those cruel fingers of his, but denying me the last bit of pressure I need. “Damon!” I sob into the mattress, hips trying to push back for more. He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

GABRIEL Some opportunities fall into your lap exactly once. If you’re smart, you grab them before they hit the ground. My name is Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe. I’m 24, straight, or at least I was when the story started. I’m about to tell you how my roommate and I ended up having our asses passed around like dessert on a dinner table, right here in our living room. So sit back. Relax. Make sure you’re alone and grab a bottle of lube and a towel cos it’s going to get really messy.

His deep voice rumbled and I could've laughed at his stupidity. “We are the important arrivals.” He looked at me, then towards Cassius and Eladia. “Don't see an invitation. You know,” He stepped closer to me and I felt my magic flicker to life, cursing myself for throwing the invitation in the fireplace earlier, “lying is punished with ten lashes. That's if I'm being generous. But... I think I'd like the sound of your screams.” He smiled and the sight of the black smut on his teeth made me internally gag.

"Weird is sweet, ShaQuan." "It’s forbidden," I countered. "Not just weird. It’s a line you don't cross." "Forbidden is the vibe," she whispered. Her hand reached out, her fingers slowly roaming over my chest, tracing the muscles. "It has to be forbidden for it to feel this good. Think about it."

Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it. I’ve got a boyfriend who knows exactly how to wreck me. I’m already planning to sneak off campus every chance I get just to let him destroy my cunt for hours. No fucking around with boys from school though. Too close, too messy. But late at night I sometimes catch myself wondering what pussy actually tastes like. Never tried it. Never let myself cross that line. It stays a dirty little secret I rub my clit to when the mood hits.

Sinclair didn't mind in one bit. He still went on grunting, his hands locking my waist in place as he rhythmically smashed into me. “Close the door on your way out.” He ordered, not even sparing him a glance. Whenever we had episodes like this, he would keep the door ajar. It was a kink of his. The exhilaration and excitement rush of getting caught. Desmond stood rooted to the spot for five seconds trying to understand the scene happening in front of me. And it was just when the orgasm rush was starting to get to my head. I gripped the edges of the desk and threw my head back moaning Jeff's name like a wild animal.