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Zee’s voice was quiet but firm. Nina nodded even though Zee couldn’t see. “We had sex, Zee. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t even try hard enough to stop it.” “Oh, Nina…” Nina’s chest felt tight, like something heavy pressed against it. “The worst part? I enjoyed it. God, I enjoyed it so much, and it scares me because… I love Adrian. I really do. But when Marcus touches me… it’s different. Rougher. Darker. It makes me feel alive in a way I can’t explain.”

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

Thank god. When I glanced back at the laptop again, I noticed that I could see the edge of a folder window behind the document. Clicking on it, I found myself staring at a large number of files. The folder was called "UNPUBLISHED WORKS". Quietly scrolling through the various files, I decided to pick another document randomly and see what it was like. Sure enough, it was another erotica story. After just a few paragraphs, I deduced that it was a story about a new intern being hired in at a company, and the owner's son entering into a "forbidden" fling with her. Unable to resist, I quickly scrolled through the pages, looking for another sex scene.

My nipples hardened instantly under his touch, and I arched my back, a soft moan escaping my lips. Jake joined in, his hands gliding over my hips, spreading the oil across my flat stomach and down to the tops of my thighs. "Fuck, you're so smooth," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "I could do this all night." Their hands worked in tandem, massaging every inch—my arms, my sides, the sensitive undersides of my breasts—until I glistened like a forbidden offering. The oil made my skin hypersensitive, every stroke sending sparks straight to my core. My pussy throbbed, already wet and aching for more.

Trigger warning - rated 18+ This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful. CHAPTER 1 ~ Skye ~ Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

She held still, breaths shallow, every nerve alight. Emboldened by her lack of protest, his touch intensified. Bella, in a feigned sleepy wiggle, shifted back closer, her bum pressing against his crotch. She felt it immediately—his dick, fully erect, hard and throbbing through his pants, nestled against her. He gasped, a sharp intake of breath that echoed in the quiet room. Gotcha, she thought triumphantly, a thrill running through her. Now what? Your move, stranger. The tension hung thick, her body humming with anticipation, mind a whirlwind of forbidden excitement.

I washed up properly and dried myself before putting on clean clothes. I went back to my room after I was done and opened the novel app on my phone. I scrolled until I found an erotic novel and started reading. I just wanted to keep myself busy until evening. The story was about a rich man who kept a young woman in his house and fucked her whenever he wanted. The scenes were dirty and detailed and every time the man in the book pushed his cock inside the woman I remembered daddy’s picture from yesterday. The thickness. The heavy look of it. The way the head shone.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

keeping their bed undefiled. But everything changed when she stumbled on Mark's aged diary. Out of curiousity due to how he pampered and hide the diary, she decided to read. Cindy got the greastest shock of her life, when she started flipping the diary’s pages. Mark fantasy had always to be treated like a shameless cuck, used, abused and humiliated publicly. Reading his shameless fantasy, Cindy cummed like never before, flicking her clit furiously.