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Even the bottles of juice and milk are arranged just like in supermarkets. "This guy is definitely the kind of person who is neat and disciplined, bad too!" I took a can of juice and I drank just as the door opened and revealed a man with a sexy body topless, half wet hair and a white towel wrapped around his hips. My eyes glanced at the scenery that so spoiled the eyes and made the wombs of women feel warm. It's so beautiful that I can feel blood coming out of my nose. "Oh wow ..." I muttered unconsciously. "Uhukk ..." I choked as he gave me a cold look, but it just made him look even hotter.

All the brothers' fantasy frantically about Cassandra. Now she understood — why they ever were so drawn towards her like moths. She was the burning flame who shall end their sorrows every night. The womanly flame rekindled every time they touched her and she smiled at them. Thinking about their reverse harem dynamics gave her goosebumps, electrifying and strong. Before she could nod her head, Alex was already running off behind Darla and Cassandra; Cassandra in the lead. She didn't even hear what he had told her...

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

Then I tried searching the phrase "miss you." A name popped up in her recent chats—someone saved as "Miss A." It had to be Tommy's private number. I opened the chat. What I found was a stream of explicit messages: [Miss you. I can't wait to do it with you.] [Is your husband home?] [Let's book a hotel tonight. I just took some supplements—guaranteed to please you.] [Darling, you're better than my husband.] [Yours is bigger.] [Don't you dare do anything with Chris tonight!]

“Then why is your heart beating so fast?” “Because you’re—” She gasped as my hand moved lower, sliding along her collarbone. “You’re too close.” “I could get closer.” I brushed my lips against her ear, and she made a small sound that went straight to my cock. “Much closer.” “This is...” She tried again, her voice shaking. “This is inappropriate. You’re my boss.” “Right now, I’m just a man who wants you.” My hand finally cupped her breast through her shirt, and her eyes fluttered closed. “And you’re just a woman who wants me back.”

His eyes demanded that she give up all her secrets and she obviously did because he gave a slow smile of satisfaction that was entirely masculine. Trapped by that look, she tried to snatch her hand away. ‘Don’t look at me like that.’ ‘Like what?’ His voice sounded impossible sexy and he held her hand firmly in his. ‘As if you—’ ‘As if I want to strip that glittering dress from your body and carry on where we left off in the rainforest?’ He leaned forward. ‘I do, minha paixao, and so do you.’ There was no hiding from his meaning and she didn’t even attempt to try. ‘It would be ridiculous.’ She breathed the words to herself but they seemed abstract, irrelevant because what was between them was

His lips moved over mine like he was devouring me, deep and messy, and I felt my hips shift against his, unable to resist, rubbing him slowly wanting everything. He groaned, vibrating against my mouth, as he pulled back slightly. His hips jerked under mine; my hand found his shirt, tugging at him, craving more. "Anita, don't stop," I whispered, breathless and desperate. He moaned, finding my lips again, rough and demanding. His hand slowly went under my shirt, lifting it slowly, my skin shivering when his finger touched my bare skin. The anticipation was maddening. "Ohhh... fuck, boss," I moaned inside his mouth, as he ripped my bra off in one motion. And my boobs came into life; he slowly p

Chapter 19 ** Harper’s POV ** I try not to gape at my bonds. This is my first time seeing any male naked, and their manhood is much bigger than I expected. It certainly didn’t look like this in the textbooks we had used in school when learning about anatomy and sex education. I have fallen for both of them and I can’t wait to fully bond with them. I want to experience that emotional connection with them. “Do you still want to do this?” Dillon asks gently, his voice low and warm.

His eyes gleamed with dark pleasure. “From now on, you don’t touch this pussy unless I say so,” he said, voice low and commanding. “You don’t cum unless it’s because of me. You’re mine, Lila Voss. Body and soul. And I’m going to enjoy breaking you.” He stepped back, still recording, and sat in the chair across from me. “Take off your blouse. Slowly. I want to see what else my new whore is hiding under those modest little outfits you wear to class.”