Is The Twisted Series Spicy Novels & Stories

"Oh my fucking god, Scar." "Good girl," he whispers, licking me top to bottom, pad of his tongue flat against my pussy. "Oh, fuck, you taste good." I hold his hair as he grabs my ass. I open my legs for him, spreading as my back leans against the wall. I stare down at him, at his gorgeous, muscular back, at his incredible face as he licks me, sucking gently, nibbling on my clit before sliding his tongue inside. My back spasms. "God damn it," I moan, half laughing, eyes rolling back as bliss slams into my skull. "I'm going to fucking come."

All Britney could do was console her telling her "everything will work out fine" Danielle met Britney at the Greenwich Hotel where they both work as waitresses. It has been hell for Danielle working there, no one liked her especially her manager Mr. Spencer. He despised her for turning him down several times. He made sure she worked her ass out while working in the hotel, he made her close from work late than any other person. Several times she thought of resigning but she had nowhere else to work, she had no degree and the thoughts of this baby made her more frustrated. What if Mr. Spencer finds out about this baby, "I'll be so gone". She hated her condition, she hated the baby. Danielle's

“You know…” Derek said under his breath as he reached for his water, eyes glinting with mock betrayal, “when you said spicy… I wasn’t imagining melting my tongue off.” I laughed, nearly choking on my own bite as I set my taco down, covering my mouth with one hand. The spice was real, molten lava disguised as salsa roja but the burn was worth the look on his face.

I almost choke. “Water!” “I have one.” I choke out, taking a sip. He plops down to his seat, “Is it that spicy? I made sure to make it not spicy, because..” I shake my head, he is the spice. And I get what he is saying. He smiles at me and my heart stutters again. What is going on?? “Your post sex glow is addictive. I can’t stop staring at you.” This man plans to send me to the hospital.

Their love had never been rational because it was born to be twisted. “Aaahhh…..’ tears rolled down from her eyes while she clenched herself harder around him which made him groan in pleasure. He twitched inside her and then pulled her head down. Connecting their mouths, he gave her some extremely violent and deep thrusts which made her scream and cry in his mouth and then they both melted into each other's arms like a block of ice in front of a blazing flame. Ariella fell over him, extremely tired and surrounded her both arms around him and in return she felt him embracing her back. Their hearts were pounding against each other’s chest while their laboured breathing were mingling with each

his eyes darkened, "I won't hesitate to blow a hole through that beautiful head of yours." My throat was as dry as a desert and I swallowed, "It's the second time you're using the word beautiful. Do they not teach you mafia men how to give straightforward complements?" His hand lashed out and gripped my jaw, yanking me forward, "Don't you dare test me." Alarms were blaring in my head and I licked my parched lips. His dark eyes dropped down to trace the movement and fire licked up from the base of my stomach. The world faded away till it was just me and my husband's large body pressed up against mine.

His voice was high-pitched, which was unlike a man's voice. Who could tell me what was going on here?! I forced myself to stay calm and nodded, just wanting to wait until my parents came home to ask what was happening. He poured a glass of water, then stuck out his tongue and licked the edge of the glass before smiling at me possessively and handing it to me. His smile felt vulgar, and I felt as though there was slime crawling across my face. I almost gagged. "Thank you," I said, taking the cup and retreating to my room, locking the door behind me. I then put the glass of water down with trembling hands. Something like this must have happened plenty of times already.

She bowed as she prepared to leave. "Stop right there!" Valentine spat and Aria stopped instantly. Valentine then opened the food and saw the delicious-looking meal being prepared for her. It was visibly still so hot. She sat down, took a fork, and dug into the food. She placed the food in her mouth but spat it out instantly. "Ouch! This is hot!" She complained and quickly drank some water.

For him to break character. He didn’t. “You mean…” She swallowed. “Another person.” “Yeah.” “A woman,” she said flatly. Malik nodded slowly. “Yeah.” Her heart thudded once, hard, like it hit a wall. She wasn’t shocked because she’d never heard of it. She’d heard friends joke about it. Seen conversations online. Even had coworkers whisper about “keeping things spicy.” But hearing it from her husband felt different. Real. Heavy. Personal. “And you been thinking about this for how long?” she asked.

how can he be so sure that she is inside that woods? “No one is in there” she opposed. “But her scent is here” my forehead creased looking at him as I peek a glance towards Akira staring at him. How can he say those? I can’t even smell her scent but he can? What the heck is this means? Is there something I don't know between them? Do they--? No Sachiko isn't like that and so Scar. “There’s an only flood of blood not a shadow of any person,” Keren said.