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I did know that he understood I had a claim on her right now. “Hey, I didn’t mean any harm!” He said, throwing his hands in the air, and patting me on the back “I didn’t know you guys had a thing?” He laughed again. His dark eyebrows met in the middle a questioning look in his light brown orbs. “We don’t.” I huffed and shrugged his arm off my shoulder, moving back to the kitchenette. Greg seriously wasn’t going to drop the subject of Lamia though and followed me over, leaning his elbows against the counter. “I’m seriously intrigued though, what is her story? Is she royal? Because she certainly has the commanding presence and the strength of one.”

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Dominic responded by pulling Selene close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, Dominic's hands began to explore Selene's body, mapping out her curves and feeling the slickness of her skin. She responded by pressing her body against his, her hands tangling in his hair. The water continued to beat down on them, a symphony of passion and lust. Dominic's heart raced faster as he lifted Selene up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pressed her against the shower wall, their bodies grinding together.

"I want you to forget what happened in that apartment. I want you to go back to being a student who barely passes my class, and I will go back to being the teacher who doesn't know your middle name. I do not plan on letting an... incident... change my life." "It wasn't just an incident for me!" I stepped closer, the scent of my own frustration flaring. "I know things got messy. I know I pushed you. But I don't regret it. Jeriel, I think I actually—" "Stop," he said, his voice trembling now. He looked up at me, his amber eyes hard and unforgiving. "You are a teenager, Cassian. You are eighteen years old and full of adrenaline and hormones. You don't 'like' me. Your body reacted to a biologica

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

He claimed every part of my lips, not giving either of us a second to breathe as he leaned in lower. Around us, the lake began to glow as fireflies appeared, the scene turning almost unreal. Everything else faded—Rhaeya, becoming Luna, the fact that I was an Omega. None of it mattered anymore. Not now. All I wanted… was him. Hagan lifted me against his hips, close enough that we could feel the heat of each other’s bodies. His eyes shifted—glowing a deep red. His wolf senses taking over. Claws briefly extended as he tore away the last barrier of fabric between us. I felt how hard he’d become beneath me, and we both knew we’d crossed the line I had tried so hard to avoid.

The heels were gone, but the stockings made her legs look even sexier. She gradually increased her pace, bouncing on his cock with more force and confidence. Her full breasts bounced beautifully inside the sheer lace babydoll. The wet, obscene sounds of her soaked pussy taking him filled the penthouse. Skyler’s hands gripped her thighs, but he let her stay in complete control. Isabella rode him harder, slamming down onto his cock, her stocking feet pressing firmly against his shoulders for leverage. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. “Fuck… you feel so good,” she gasped. “So deep like this…”

I tilted my head sideways so I could read the block letters scrawled across the paper hanging from Margaret's hand - Under 18 Rejected Players. Great.

Jake’s childhood bedroom door was cracked open. Greg laid her down gently on the comforter, the one Jake had had since high school. He towered over her, peeling off his T-shirt, revealing a toned chest with a trail of silver hair leading down. “Look at you,” he said, voice thick. “So beautiful when you’re angry.” She spread her legs wide, dress bunched at her waist, black lace thong soaked. “Touch me,” she begged. “Make me forget his name.” Greg knelt between her thighs, hooking his fingers in her thong and ripping it off.