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she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, “and now you’re mine. This is only the beginning.” As sleep claimed me, I knew she was right. The horny lesbian demon had awakened something in me— a desire that would never be quenched. And I couldn’t wait for more.

Sometimes, I wondered if my father was alive, if he would ever love me or he would have joined my mother in her gimmicks. It took minutes before I realized that I had not even opened the first page of the boom and then it came clear that my mind was on Jasmine. My wolf was simply overjoyed and never wanted to leave. I could still see her smile, feel her warmth embrace and a lot of other things. But now,I really have to forget about Jasmine now till I'm sure she's really my fated mate and focus on my books. I have read a lot of book collections and they were mainly on paranormal, supernatural and mystical activities.

Maria soon pressed her beautiful D-cup breasts against him and kissed him. "I wasn't expecting you home," she said between kisses. "I can tell," he replied and fingered the massive tits of the redhead who'd wrapped her arms around Maria. "I thought today was your book group." "This is my book group," Maria replied and handed the red head's strap-on to the two other women to suck her juices off. "Every week we read an erotic lesbian book and then we decide on which scene to re-enact. You kind of spoiled it by joining us, but I'm sure the girls will love your cock as much as I do."

My anger immediately switched over to shock when I saw who it was. Right before me was the dumb woman who had kissed me on my wedding day. She stood before me, smiling seductively while twirling a lock of her hair with her other hand. I yanked my arm out of her hold then took a step back to create space between us. “What are you doing here, Lola?” I eyed her. “Are you stalking me?” Lola giggled. “Maybe… To answer your question, I am here to entertain you. I know that girlie of yours is doing a bad job. So… I came to make you have the best honeymoon ever.”

Lyons'. His lips had claimed hers, muffling up her yell. She squirmed, doing everything possible to wriggle free. Lyons felt like a lead block. He pushed her to the wall, while still clamping her lips together. She was trapped. She was fucking trapped and she couldn't do anything. She set her fingers in motion, clawing deep at his chest. Leave me the fuck alone! But as always, Lyons wasn't backing down. And there cane the fast breathing on Lyons' part. That could with the rough nature of the kiss weakened Leah. That kiss was the kind she fantasised about. The kind that opened up to her secret world of sexual vices.

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

Lucas was mine now, and I was his, the forbidden bond stronger than any sacred tie. I traced patterns on his chest, already planning the next time I would push him over the edge. His hand stroked my hair, and I smiled against his skin. The wolf had surrendered, and the heat between us burned hotter than ever. We dozed briefly, but his cock stirred against my thigh, and soon we were at it again, this time with me riding him on the couch, my hips rolling as he gripped my waist and thrust up to meet every descent. His knot swelled inside me once more, locking us as I ground down, milking every drop from him while his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

“Zoe, you bitch! You ruined everything! You ruined my marriage and my reputation, yet you’re here acting like you own the place?! I wouldn’t be in this state if it weren’t for you!” Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she wanted to rip me apart. “Even Victor… Even he abandoned me because of you! Do you really think you’ve won?” She rushed at me like a lunatic before completing her sentence, her long nails aimed at my face. Before I could back away, though, someone jumped in front of me. It was that regular customer at the cafe who invited me here, and the heir to this hotel, Luke Wynne. “Please mind your behavior, ma’am.” Luke gripped Summer’s wrist, his voice calm but firm.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.