Lovely Wicked Things Audiobook Novels & Stories

She said, "It's because I love to see you suffer." "Then what do you mean about the mermaid tail? I almost forgot to ask you about it." "You gain the respect of the mermaid that's why they give you a prize." "Then, it's that a real thing?" "Of course idiot I am always right, this dungeon is full of treasures. The mermaid earlier is one of them." Woah! Then that makes sense, that means those treasures exist in the real world not just in this game like Fina. That genius professor did this? Does anyone know about this?

She came hard, trembling against the bookshelves, her moans swallowed by my lips while I kept fingering her through every wave, drawing it out until she was a shaky, dripping mess. I pulled my fingers out slowly, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean while she watched with wide, dazed eyes. “See?” I whispere d, smiling. “I told you I’d handle it.”

Her body ached everywhere — ass, pussy, thighs — but she felt strangely safe. She was starting to crave the pain. She was starting to crave him. As she drifted off in his arms, Viktor kissed the top of her head and whispered against her hair: “By the end of this month, you won’t want to leave me, Aliyah. You’ll beg to stay owned by the Wicked.” And deep down, in the part of her that was already addicted, she knew he was right.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

She rubs the head, spreading pre-cum, and I almost lost it right there. I pushed her on the bed, spreading her thighs open. Her black lace panties were soaked through. I tore it off, she gasped, a bit shocked, partly turned on. “You're Impatient,” she said. “You have no idea.” I dived in like a starving man. Her pussy was clean, waxed and pink. I licked her from the entrance to the clit in one long stroke and she moaned out, “You're a bad bad boy.’ She tastes so sweet, better than I imagined. I spread her pussy open with my thumbs, fucking her deeply with my tongue, then I circle her clit slow and teasing.

The sounds were filthy, wet, slick noises filling the quiet kitchen. “Jake…” I gasped, head falling back. “Say it,” he demanded, voice low. “Tell me how wrong this is while I finger this tight little pussy.” “It’s wrong,” I whispered, hips rocking against his hand. “We shouldn’t, God, don’t stop.”

Someday, I will be your undoing, you will beg for my touch, and every kiss will be as empty as your heart, leaving you desperate and unfulfilled, until every thought leads back to one person. Me. Yours Wickedly, Sierra. Unable to contain myself, I screamed into my pillow until my cheeks flushed bright pink. I can't believe I wrote that. It's a good thing, because he'll never read it. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number. “You've reached the FBI's private hotline,” the automated voice spoke. “Who do you wish to speak with?” No matter what happens, I was going to be the reason Don Dante Spinelli's empire burned.

' "No! I don't want to stop?' I quickly said. Haru smirked and commenced touching me. My whole body was so filled up with lust. I didn't even know myself anymore or what I was doing and how I was comfortable with all this and still hadn't felt anything this unusual was surprising. I began to moan and he stood up and came on top of me and kissed me slowly and slowly and oh, my God, I was going crazy. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. How could I get this out of my head, sexual thoughts and ideas were going through it and I noticed that Leo was already sucking my crotch and I began to raise my hips up and down. It felt so good, I couldn't stop and Haru and I kept moaning and at the

“Yes, the Book of Shadows. It was an ancient tome, passed down through generations of Wiccans, containing spells, incantations, and rituals that were not meant for mortal hands. Your mother knew the dangers of the book, but Blackwell… he was blinded by his thirst for power.” She pauses, her gaze distant as she relives the memories. “He stole the book from your mother, using trickery and deceit. He began practicing dark magic, performing forbidden rituals that even the most powerful Wiccans dared not attempt. And then, one day… he cast a spell that went terribly wrong.” Demika leans forward, her eyes wide with anticipation. “What happened?”

My glance follows them hungrily, curious to find out the origin of the sounds. Right there, in the moonlight, Tammy's body is bent forward, moving slightly as she's eagerly searching in the pile of books on the floor. I make no sound while I watch her from the hallway, forgetting myself or the knife in my hand. Enchanted by this magical creature in front of me, I turn to stone afraid I might scare and drive her away again. My eyes devour breathlessly all her curves, holding the focus on some of the features more than others. It's not at all a type I would have been attracted to back at home, yet somehow its frailty is coercing me into wanting it more. Never in my life have I dealt with daint