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It was a mystery to me. My body sizzled with desire as I thought about him. About Grealish. He was despicable and I despised him but damn was he hot. He was a man built for one thing and one thing only—hot passionate sin. He had the looks and body to make any woman crave him. I couldn't imagine being married to a man that desirable. It would be fucking torture seeing him close to other women.

His body pressed close, heat rolling off him, coffee still dripping down his chest. He leaned in until his breath brushed my ear. “Do you want me to show you hot?”

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

The silver haired Alpha spoke. I resisted, forcing my body to get out of there instantly. But with their touch, my walls came crashing down. A single stifled moan escaped me. Shutting my eyes, I fell into the arms of one while the other stripped me. Starting with my shirt, he had it off within seconds. Four hands on my skin, my body burned like fire. Sweet, electric, it reeled me deeper into their dark world. My lips parted wide, unable to hold my moans any longer. The wetness was intensifying. Deep inside my mind, where a small conscience still lived, I cursed myself.

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My rising temperature, my want for Beta Benji and Dante, the unmistakable slick forming between my legs. …I’m in heat.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

Her walls were scorching hot, silky, and so tight they fluttered and clenched around my fingers like she never wanted to let go. “God, you’re soaked for me,” I murmured, voice husky against her pussy. I curled my fingers slowly, stroking that sensitive spot inside while my tongue drew lazy, torturous circles around her clit. “So warm… so fucking wet. I can feel you dripping down my hand.”

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries