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He licked his lips, still looking. I looked down and realized my nipples had already hardened beneath the fabric. “Say you want us, baby sister, and we'll have you so weak you won't be able to walk again,” Devon said, smacking my ass. The sound echoed through the silent basement. “No. I'm your big sister.” I still protested, but my voice was weak. I had never been involved in a threesome, and I had always told myself I never would be. But with them around, I didn't know if I could keep that promise.

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the third book of the Temptation Series. All the books under this series can be read as standalone books. This series deals with a series of passionate love stories of the Donnelly brothers with spin-offs, all having captivating plotlines to keep you interested till the end. Story Summary Twenty-two-year-old Alyssa Van Every is in a dilemma. Her close friend, Sienna, is marrying billionaire, Lucas Donnelly who, along with his brothers, happens to be her older

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she called back as the pleasure she had derived from it flashed through her mind and made her pussy tingle a bit. It took a week for Mr. Brooks to fix James's phone. During that time Darlene found herself having more frequent and more lurid fantasies about her son and his girlfriend... and herself. She had long been a fan of the erotic-story website, Literotica, but while her taste in those stories had been more in the "Loving Wives" category, she found herself reading more "Incest/Taboo" stories now, about women--MILFs--who either seduced their sons or who were seduced by them. Many of them included threesomes with the son's girlfriend. And there were plenty of them! Obviously, she was far

In this case, it was two guys and a girl; but they're not both into the girl, read on, people always like to talk, write or read about the girl whom the guy's in love with but she isn't in love with him. They're always interested in the events that bring these two together because a happy ending is always lovable but nobody talks about the other person, the 'bad person'. Nobody ever considers how their feelings hurt or how much it pains them to see their love with another girl, nobody is ever interested in their own side of the triangle. In one moment, they are immediately cut off the triangle and that triangle becomes a circle with the guy and the 'good girl' in the middle, the other person

“She can never be my Mate, Seiko! Why would I want to accept a battered, poor, and weak Human as a Mate huh? After so many years of rejecting ladies far better than her, you think I will settle for someone who has nothing to offer me and the Pack? “Look at her Seiko, she looks like someone who will die from just a single touch of my hand. The responsibilities that come with being a Luna of a Pack such as Silver-Dawn will break her more than she already is. We will reject her and mate with Alpha Tristan’s daughter, and that is final.”

“You need to go, Scarlett. Now.” She nodded, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and a thrilling, defiant heat. She turned and fled. It did nothing to quell the storm he had unleashed inside her. The memory of the kiss, the possessive grip of his hands, the wrecked sound of his voice, it was too much to process, yet a hunger had been awakened that demanded more. The following week, there was a seminar on power asymmetries in the modern novel felt like a special kind of torture. The subject matter which once would have been a purely intellectual exercise, now felt like a personal, pointed critique.