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This man night actually end up fondling me to my death. When I feel like I can't take it anymore, Luca rears back. His eyes are two hot, dark pools of desire. Don't judge me. I know well enough what desire looks like from the vivid, erotic descriptions in Yulia's romance novels. This man's eyes practically brims with the emotion. They bore into me, stripping away my inhibitions, laying me bare.

So I've got to work the waist while it can still work. "You wanna go somewhere quiet?" The huge hunk of a male behind me said, spinning me around to meet him smiling at me with a tease in his eyes. His hands move from my waist to my behind and he grabs it. He pushes me further into him and I look up at him, giving him a naughty smile. "I could do bad things to you, baby girl." He adds, still pressing me unto him. I do not even know him but he's easy to look at. His dark skin gleamed in the bright lights surrounding us and I wanted to kiss his long lips that stretch into a smile. I suppose he'd be good for the night.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

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The mother and son would not even see death coming if things were to go tense with the mayoress. However, he really could not endure the unfair treatment. Third Brother’s ex-wife behaved obediently with Benedict when he was rich but left him now that he was penniless. Once again, he was all alone. Frustrated, he went to the nightclub to vent out his anger. He lit a cigarette and began smoking after spending the night with one of the women. For reasons unknown to himself, he suddenly started chatting with the prostitute. The woman in her late 30s was named Yvonne Cook. She was over ten years older than Benedict. The two of them clicked instantly and felt as if they had known each other all al

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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.

My hands hold onto her soft, paint-stained hair as I crush my lips down onto hers, forcing a reaction. Her hands shoot up, winding around my neck automatically, and she kisses me back just as ardently, her small body arching against mine. It's not a kiss of tenderness; it's a collision of opposing forces—my control against her chaos. I am lost in Zeo-the faint scent of turpentine and apple shampoo rising off her skin, the soft, downy feel of her skin beneath my hands, the tiny, surprised noises she's making in the back of her throat. If I weren't already in ecstasy from the sheer audacity of the act, the noises she's making-primitive, desperate-would've pushed me over the edge.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul