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Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

she gasped. He started fucking her hard and deep, the bookshelf rattling softly with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into her dripping pussy echoed down the aisle. “That’s right, you filthy little exhibitionist,” he growled, spanking her ass. “Take this stranger’s cock in the middle of the library. Your pussy is creaming so much it’s dripping down your thighs. Anyone could walk around the corner and see you getting fucked like a cheap whore.”

I happily granted it, and his tongue darted into my mouth like he was tasting the heavens themselves. He gripped my ass and easily lifted me, pushing me onto his desk. Eagerly, we relieved each other of any obstacle, and he pushed his erect shaft into me. I moaned in delight, feeling him hungrily thrust into me, pushing me over the edge over and over again. Moments later, I helped him clean up the mess we made, when I suddenly came across a book--- about witches. “What’s this?” I questioned, turning to Levi. I didn’t need to read a lot to realize that the section Levi had been studying was about witches and werewolves. He turned to me and quickly noticed the book I was holding. He sighed, no

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

She chuckled, biting her lower lip. “I swear to God,” Liv laughed, “you’re gonna get arrested for public indecency.” “Let them try,” Bella purred, crossing her legs slowly, revealing the black lace lining her denim shorts. She felt alive. Her body ached for touch, her mind craved chaos. She wanted to lose herself in filthy pleasures, sweaty bodies, and meaningless orgasms.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.