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Shit! “Listen Ivy, this is just only a game. You have nothing to worry about Juan Carlos Sister. She just doing her job. No need to get jealous. Do you understand?” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE

I dropped my bag immediately, ran off to get his coffee, on my way back I paused a little to catch my breath before knocking on his door, then I heard some conversations, normally I would go back and wait or just knock before entering but I heard something that got my attention. "Okay, so what's it going to be? Now that she's gone, you need a Luna, An alpha can't be left alone," "I Know and that's why I'm trying my best to find that person, it's not been easy on me, after Fiona died, I couldn't bring myself to find another mate, and when I finally do, it's Forbidden, she's the only one I can connect with, I can even read her mind." "But you know no Alpha can be mated to a

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

He spreads my legs apart, and without any preparation, he plunges directly into my pussycat all at once. He put all his length in my pussycat, then suddenly withdraws and thrusts in very hard again, his ball hitting me. I would have enjoyed it if he were not currently venting out his anger on my poor pussycat right now; his fierce thrust went on for some time before he pulled out of me. I was wondering why he suddenly stops when he has yet to reach his orgasm. I was looking at him with confusion. However, I covered my emotions with a cold face. "Rissa, baby, I told you no man is permitted to look at you or eye-fuck you, and I also made it clear that no man is allowed to touch until I’m done

At some point, I felt sorry for the trepadised doctors observing how frightened they wouldbecome whenever marco noticed my features contorted in pain so I did my best to mask the pain I would feel as I recieved my injections. After the doctors left, marco called a maid who had my bath prepared after which we both had dinner in my room. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder with my petite figure hauled against his large frame. He was reading me one of the books I did not get the chance to complete before I got hit by this dreadful illness. It was tittled 'Faceless' by Amma Darko, a Ghanaian novel. I really loved the novel. It portrayed the phenomenon of the street child especially females

“I bought it just last month.” I glanced at Silas, who was cleaning and inspecting the guns individually. He raised the newly purchased one and showed it to Elle. I tried to lighten my emotions by reminding myself that I wouldn't be with him for long. Once Grandpa recovered, I could return to the hacienda where everyone wanted me. And besides, he was the only one who disliked me. Grandpa, Grandma, and his female siblings liked me, so it was okay. At least, I wasn’t left alone. Everyone wants me to be here . . . except him.

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

He said I must forget him. I wish he had killed me. I've been waiting for this day for twelve years, and now I'm an adult. I can control myself and do whatever I want. I thought that when this day came, I would be truly liberated. But the day has come, and liberation hasn't arrived. Suddenly, I find myself unable to do what I want. Right now, more than anything, I want to have a son with Tim Frost. Maybe then I wouldn't be so lonely. But I don't have Tim or his son.

My eyes dropped to the empty space between the both of us on the king sized bed. “It was my father,” I whispered. “He hated my brother because he was gay, and he even disowned him too.” He let out a small gasp. “I couldn't be myself. I had to force myself to belive that I wasn't if not the same fate that befell him awaited me.” I fidgeted with my hands. “He said it was not normal for a man to have intercourse with another man unless he was sick in the head.” A lump quickly rose in my throat, but I pushed it down with saliva.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.