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“What do you mean by that Damian?, don't you….” His lips came today with mine, kissing me fiercely like his life depended on it. Nibbling on my lower lips, his hands all over my body. He trailed between my nipples, cursing under his breath. His hands were about to go over to my thighs when I jerked up. My chest heaving fast. “I don't want this Damian please" I arranged my clothes slowly. running I went out of the room, this was a pure devil's temptation. Fuck I heard Damian shout as I flung something to the wall aggressively.

My nipples were hard against my shirt, and I felt that heat building between my legs, imagining his hands on me, pushing me back against the fridge, sliding inside me rough and fast. But then he opened his mouth. "Done staring?" he said, his voice low and cocky, those hands grabbing my waist hard, pulling me right up against him. Our bodies pressed together, his breath hot on my face, lips so close I could almost taste them. I gasped, my heart pounding, and pulled back a little, trying to play it off. Damn, he was hot, but I wasn't going to let him know that. Not after the day I'd had, with Alex's betrayal still burning in my chest.

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

"But your body is telling me something completely different. You're soaking wet for me, aren't you, Isolde?" The bluntness of his words stripped away the last of her defenses. Isolde reached up, grabbing the front of his tactical vest and pulling him down into a kiss that was less of a romantic gesture and more of a collision. It was raw, desperate, and filled with all the resentment and longing that had been building since the moment he walked into the mansion. Silas groaned into her mouth, his tongue invading her space with a dominance that mirrored his personality, claiming her with a hunger that left her breathless.

she whispered, her voice dropping to a seductive purr as she arched her back, deliberately sliding her body against his, reminding him of exactly where they were. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him back into her slick warmth, demanding the conclusion to the storm they had started. Roman's eyes darkened to near black, the last shreds of his legendary control snapping completely. "No," he growled, his voice thick with wild lust. "I'm definitely not done." He gripped her hips with bruising force, lifting her slightly before driving into her with a fierce, possessive need that made Mila scream his name into the empty office.

All my swollen, throbbing flesh welcomes the almost-pain of it. He fucks me deep and slow and hard, and I hang on, pinned down, aflame. He licks the sweat from my face, bends his mouth to my nipple and grinds my clit with his thumb. The chill is forgotten. I am a hot thing, one that lights for him. He glides in and out of me, pants his desire into my ear. His tongue swipes at the seashell whorls there, hot breath pushing into me, raising torrid shivers on my neck. It’s the trigger. My cunt clenches around his length, pelvis spasming against him, the sensation so strong part of me tries to escape. But his hips pin me still, his cock wrings every last tremor from me. And then his teeth find my

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."