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He started moving closer to her so she kicked him as hard as she could, He groaned and stumbled back. “You're insane!” She said and he laughed. “You're strong as hell. One of the things I love about you.” She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist before she could and he twisted it behind her back. Pain shot through her arm and she groan. “Let go, You're hurting me!” She cried but he held her still. “I'll never marry you,” she spat through tears. “Never. I hate you. I hate you for what you did to me in the States. I'll make you pay for it for the rest of your life." She said and his expression darkened.

It wasn’t gentle. It was years of anger and betrayal, twisted up with desperate need and reckless, reckless want. Dominic’s hands gripped my hips, lifting me onto the glass table, scattering papers and photographs everywhere. I gasped as the cold surface kissed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat burning between us. His mouth moved over mine with ruthless precision, claiming, devouring. I kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every fractured emotion into it—every broken vow, every twisted desire.

I mouth him thanks and am about to go away from him, but he stops me by my arms, our eyes are locked in the mirror, and slowly he lowers himself to my shoulder and places a kiss before sucking between my shoulder and throat while talking on the phone. My eyes go wide open when he licks the place where he leaves a picture-perfect hickey for everyone to see and know. I can’t even think of anything after that. I feel as if my mind was blank and my body is dead the moment Brian touches me. The thudding noise of the door brings me to life. The romance, or whatever that was, is over as Brian steps into the shower. Wow, this makes me sick, his behavior is so loathsome. The way he touched me and the

******** The power of love so talked and boasted about, is never seen but certainly felt. What is less popular and rarely spoke of is fear of love, wrong doings of love, the love as destructor and the forbidden, bitter spells of love which are not as enchanting as they seem to be. ********

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.

I glance up at her, seeing the half-eaten donut fall from her fingers onto the floor and I can’t help but smirk. She really is a wild one… and I love just how freaky she can get. ‘Tell me, Love, do you want me to fill your ass?’ I ask seductively through the link as I press my tongue against her pucker hole parting her ass as I run my tongue right up to her pussy and swirl it around her clit. “Fuck… Yes, Baby.” She moans. I smirk as I place my finger to her back entrance, creating a circular ball of ice, slowly forcing it inside of her. She whimpers, but I don’t stop, joining another larger sphere-shaped icicle to it and sliding it inside of her.

“And I love romance. I love it all. What a hybrid.” “I’ll quite willingly write filth for you, if you’d like that,” I told her, my heat taking hold. “I’ll write about all the seedy disgusting games I’d like to play with you, handing them over as an instruction manual when you walk in through the door. How about that? Here’s the chapter for the day, sweetheart. Spread your legs so I can stretch your tight little cunt wide and take photos of you gagged like a whore, here’s the screen play.”

He unties me gently, almost, kissing the welts on my wrists. "You okay?" It's soft, the mafia prince cracking open. I turn, cupping his face, blood and cum sticky between us. "Always for you." Emotions swell...in this fucked up romance...it's love, twisted as it is. But the night ain't over. Theon's eyes darken again. "Round two. On the floor. I want you crawling." I slide down, leash dragging, ready to serve. This is our world...dark, bloody, eternal.

“You’re soo fuccking Big Mr Vance” I moaned breathlessly. My hands flew up grabbing and pinching my hard nipples. His dark eyes watched my hands as he rams into me! He spits on my pussy, his warm saliva landing squarely on my throbbing clit. His thumb finds my clit and rubs fast and hard. He had no mercy, his dick was stretching me out in the best way possible while his thumb assaulted my clit heavenly. I was a screaming mess. My body shook widely, while the music drowned out my moaning. ! Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Twisted: An Erotic Collection,

“You’ve already come three times… one more if we count our quickie in the theatre…and you've still got so much more to go... what a pervert you are, my sexy mutt...” My hand moved up and down the slippery crimson flesh, the squishing sounds of our grazing skins as harsh as his panting, and I couldn’t help but feel the taste of him in my mouth—and that, strangely, made me more aroused. I tightened my grip around his swelling cock, and he thrust his hips in a thrilling hiss. “Whatever you want, Am,” he grunted, “I love you—FUCK!” I rubbed his oozing tip. “One more?”