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It was sexy enough to drop me to my knees right there on the cold floor. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, forcing a shaky smile that felt paper-thin. He stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body in the chill of the basement. “Okay.” One single nod. His eyes never left mine. “Then tell me why you’ve been staring at Daddy like you want him to fuck you.” My stomach twisted hard at the word ‘Daddy’. It hit exactly like those filthy books I read in secret—the ones where a girl gets ruined by an older man and moans the word like a prayer while he fucks her senseless. Sweet and sick but perfect.

Charlotte sat back down, her face serious, and began to explain in a serious and informative tone, "Because there are often 'clean up the internet' campaigns online, some online literature encourages authors to avoid including overly intimate content in their novels. And due to the strict regulations on internet content, online authors jokingly refer to writing romance novels as 'not being able to describe anything below the neck'." She was just popularizing science, without any malicious intentions! Leandro looked at her and said, "I understood, in the context of this sentence, 'not being able to describe anything' means 'to make love', right?" "..." How did he manage to say such embarrassi

“Romantic for a man with blood on his hands.” “And you’re not?” he murmured, brushing his lips across her cheek. “You wear your family’s sins like a crown.” Her smile faded, but she didn’t look away. “We were born into this, Dante. We didn’t choose it. But we do get to choose how we fight.” “And who we fight for,” he added, letting his thumb trace the curve of her lips. “Right now, I’d burn every kingdom to ash if it meant keeping you safe.”

Can this be love? The idea terrifies me and I quickly try to push her away, but she keeps hugging me like a koala. Love at first sight? How can such nonsense happen to someone like me? I don't even have a heart. It must be lust. Love is something demons like me don't get to experience. “Help me.” She whispers, licking all over my face. The drug has kicked in. Despicable people, using an aphrodisiac to bed a girl. I quickly carry her up to the penthouse suite and dump her on the bed.

He expressed his disgust and disgrace at her for being caught having sex with an enemy. "How could you do this, Penelope?" he asked, his voice filled with anger. "You have disgraced our Pack. You have tarnished our reputation." Penelope tried to defend herself, but her words were cut off by her mother, Yvonne. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Penelope," she said, her voice filled with disappointment. "You were caught having sex with an enemy. Do you have any idea what this will do to our Pack?" Penelope took a deep breath and tried to explain to her parents that Liam was her mate. "He is my mate," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I can't help who I am attracted to."

“I met my mate, Cori.” I freeze. I always knew this was a possibility. Sirens aren’t like werewolves. We don’t serve any Goddess, so we don’t have mates. We are free to choose whom we want to love. However, sometimes the people we choose aren’t free to love us back. “Tell me you didn’t Troy… please.” “The bond was too strong. I slept with her.” My heart drops, shattering like glass against his truth. The pain surges through me, ripping me apart from the inside.

She said and I sighed. How am I supposed to tell her that I want to taste a forbidden fruit? How do I tell her that I want my ex-boyfriend's father in every sinful dirty way possible? Nah, I can't, she'll probably think I'm insane, not everyone can stomach such thoughts. Maybe I would not have been able to stomach it too but here I am... Craving sin like a woman in heat. Gosh! I'm gonna run mad if this continues. "Cathy..." Natasha called and nudged my shoulder with hers playfully, I gave her a depleted smile and reciprocated the playful act. Natasha and I were acting like teenagers and I can't explain how comfortable that made me feel.

“I’m just asking you to think, Damon. And at worst if you can't retain. Speed ​​up the marriage, and I would have nothing more to say to you, you can enjoy of your little intern.” “You think I want to become like You ? Cheating on my wife at every time occasion ?" “Let’s see, dogs don’t make cats. You’re already like me.” I swallowed. I refuse to become like him. “Don’t screw it up Castiel. You don't have the shoulders to take on the burden consequences."

“Look… you have to stay away from me, Archie. Please.” “Elena, listen to me—” Archie started, stepping around the table, his eyes burning with determination. “No, you listen!” I cried out, my voice rising in the quiet room. “This thing we are doing… it is a sin. It is formidable, and I cannot continue it. The guilt… it is killing me inside every single day. Every time I look at you, every time you touch me, I feel like I am rotting from the inside out. So please… let’s stay away from each other.”

" you don't know why but you're lost, lost in his eyes as if he is staring at your soul. it is like you are in your world with him—you didn't mind about the people entering in or the fact that you two are in one cubicle. but you didn't ignore the turmoil, you were still worried and anxious about being caught. you gritted your teeth. you were so frustrated. your devil side is battling against your angel side. you wished to feel pleasure—you want to feel what it is like to be loved yet you also want to stay the way you are right now. you disliked it. you disliked being so all over him. but you're enjoying it. you're enjoying this challenge he's offering you. one sex won't hurt...right? "fuck y