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I think I'm falling for a skinhead. It's a dirty fling, I tell myself. One where I'm forced to stay with a hot guy, clean up his and his gang's shit, and have nasty sex with him. Sounds sick when I think of it that way. The kind of sick that turns me on.

In the next moment she felt them painting the tight skin of her anus. She tensed herself against the expected intrusion but when it came she welcomed it, icy hot sensations like flames wrapped in snow shot through her and the walls of her pussy quivered with need. She pushed herself against the fingers, trying to force them in further. "That's it," Gabe said. "Ride my fingers, Rachel. Let me feel the inner muscles of your ass tighten around them. God, you are so hot and tight. Every time I take you here it's like the first time. Sometimes when I'm undercover in that terrorist cell, waiting for whatever's coming next, I think about fucking your ass. With my cock, with my fingers, any way I ca

His fingers moved faster, dipping lower to tease my entrance before returning to my clit, driving me higher and higher with merciless precision. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured against my mouth, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “My perfect, loyal fan… dripping just from my touch. You’ve been fantasizing about this for years, haven’t you? About me fingering you backstage like a desperate little slut for your idol.”

I worried my lower lip between my teeth, gut curdling as I processed the cascade of incendiary extrapolations she was citing so matter-of-factly. "But I never confirmed any salacious hookups or-" "You haven't denied them either," Jane steamrolled ahead, the steely flash in those pale eyes brooking no quarter. "Which gives the gossips free reign to keep fanning the flames over your torrid off-camera love affair speculation. Add that to the white-hot heat clearly simmering with this delectable literary talent in question..." She allowed herself a significant pause here, delicately swiping her tongue across her upper lip.

The smallest things can make me feel so emotional and everything to do with Hayden only made me that much more emotionally sensitive. --To be continued… Please support my other works: Forbidden Heat, Lust Contracts, Conquering the Emperor, Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss

"Rafael, I like you since the first tim-" "I'm your cousin you idiot." Rafael bursted loudly and Dean hold his hand causing us to laugh so so hard. I can't help it anymore. Oh my gosh "Rafael please accept me." He batt his eyelashes and that's hilarious "I AM YOUR COUSIN IDIOT! Why are you being like this?" Rafael freaked out, Lia laughed the most and it was hilarious. "You're so hot." Dean touched Rafael's body and it makes Rafael ran away in horror. It cause us to laugh so hard. The night ended well..

The End ###### Author’s Note Hello, dear reader! Fated Mates Torn By Hate is the first book among my ten books that I wrote that garnered the most views (and has the most words). I’ve been writing since September 2021 here in GoodNovel so you know how this means so much to me. And I thank you so much for that. *makes sobbing noises*

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

She slowly lowered the book, staring at Alura with wide, delighted eyes. "Oh my god," Nessa gasped. "This is about CEO Hunt. You are writing smutty fanfiction about your own boss!" "It's not smutty!" Alura wailed, peeking through her fingers. "It's just....a little bit romantic tension" "Even when he's being grumpy over petty things, I think I'm busy blinded by how much pull I feel towards him?!" Nessa teased mercilessly, leaning against the counter. "I knew it! I knew you liked the crazy tyrant!"

“We need to go to the hotel soon and it’s about to rain.” Looking out of the window, I noticed the sky was already dark. A storm was coming. So where the heck was Alistair? Did he…storm off, angry that I didn’t know his favorite food? Funny. When did enemies start to know each other’s favorites? I scoffed, folding my hands, while I stared at the window pane. The rain had already started as a sprinkle. Alistair was easily prone to cold— Wait. What’s my business with that? It’s been five years, he should have outgrown it by now. So why on earth was I thinking—