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Forbidden Pleasures My Stepbrothers 1 That Hot Saturday Lisa’s pov The middle of July had brought with it a suffocating, unrelenting heatwave that seemed to trap the entire city under a heavy blanket of humid air. By mid-afternoon on that specific Saturday, the temperature outside had climbed well into the upper nineties, and even the heavy-duty central air conditioning system inside the sprawling, luxurious mansion was struggling to keep the rooms at a comfortable level. The vast, high-ceilinged house felt incredibly empty, quiet, and thick with an unspoken, uncomfortable tension that seemed to vibrate through the very walls.

Thank you for not dropping the book, thank you for adding to library and thank you for not getting bored with Adrien and Camille 🤭 🌸 You all don't know how happy it makes me 🥹 Please stick to Camille and Adrien's story because it's about to get hot 🔥 Muah as you continue (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) **Author Carabella｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡**

"Do you want to hear an interesting story?" "I'm warning you, Velma. Stop this nonsense." His voice went dangerously cold and dangerous, yet the cunny woman just laughed. "What? Have you forgotten that steamy night we shared in a fancy hotel? Hey, Maxine or whoever you are, listen carefully. I could vividly remember how Stanley rasped in my ear; how he lick and flick his tongue and sucked my twin buds; the way he thrust his dick in my mouth until I gagged; how he fucked hard and then came groaning inside me. He took me on the couch, on the countertop, and of course to the bed. Surely, this man is a great lover and you don't have any idea how I missed his touch." She ran her tongue against he

The silky hot stroke of his tongue was a shot of adrenaline and desire that spike through my body. I felt the chill as he pulled down the strap of the velvet dress I was wearing. I groaned in pleasure. Even more so as its warm hands caressed my exposed skin. His hand swept up my side, fingers flexed over my ribs. I moaned into his mouth, and he groaned in response.

It doesn't matter that I don't see any; I'm aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can't resist pushing on a door that's partially open-cameras or no. It's directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I'm excited to find that it's a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon's office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won't do it. I'll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It's barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon

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The controlled collapse of her will beneath mine. The sun rises, gilding the edges of the curtains. The library, its silent books, its smell of knowledge and dust, waits. It will wait. For now, there is only this room. This warmth. This endless war of which we are the sole soldiers, the sole witnesses, the sole vanquished and the sole victors. And the terrible, exhilarating vertigo is that in consuming her, I feel, each time, something within me burning too.

He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure. Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that? I jump up and try to snatch the book away from him, but it’s too late. He opens it at my bookmark, and begins to read out loud in a rich voice, like he’s reading Shakespeare. Oh, god. It’s the part where the hero gives the heroine a sexy spanking. Hearing Daddy read it is so embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet hot. My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs clo

The book store was right around the corner, enough to let Amy get few minutes of alone time. "what kind of book should I buy? These romantic novels make me feel extremely miserable about my life", she whispered. "Maybe I am on another planet unlike the characters in these books because I have never felt that way about any man before." Truly it was tiring and exhausting reading these books. Apparently, they make her expect things she would never get from Jack, thereby leaving her heart broken.

he ordered softly. Her lashes fluttered, and when her eyes met his, she fell into the storm of his gaze. It wasn’t just color. It was movement, like a tide pulling her under. He pressed his mouth to hers, finally, and the world split open. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was hot, deep, consuming. His tongue claimed her mouth like he had every right to. She moaned against him, her hands sliding up to his chest without thinking. The fabric of his suit felt alive, warming under her touch.