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“You get out. Tonight. We have a safe place ready and a way to make the cameras look the other way. In exchange… you take our virginities. Properly. No half measures. No rushing. We want it rough and sweet and so much that we can’t walk straight after.” Silence stretched for a long moment. Declan’s eyes stayed on me. “Both of you.” “Yes,” I said. “Together. Or separate. However it falls. But we want the real thing. Fingers. Mouths. Tongues. Cocks. We want to be told we’re doing good while we’re shaking. We want aftercare. And we want the choice to walk away in the morning if that’s what we need.” Nico’s voice was low. “And if we want more than one night?”

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.

It's not in my nature. And honestly, I can't wait for my adult life to start. I crave it so much. A few days ago, Samantha took me to a burlesque club. I know what you're thinking — what does a nineteen year old girl know about burlesque? Of all career options, why dance? And clubs? But hear me out, I've always wanted such things. I also have an Onlyfans account, which I opened the night I turned eighteen. I want to show off my body. I want to express myself on dance floors. I crave the attention, I crave the noise, and most of all... I crave the money.

Here I was, handling bloody mafia affairs like it was nothing, while my new toy waited dripping on my bed. I ended the call, dropped the phone, and slowly stripped off my shirt, revealing the hard muscles and tattoos that covered my chest and arms. My cock sprang free when I zipped down my pants, it was thick and already leaking for her. Elena’s breath hitched when she saw my machine gun and I grinned mischievously. I crawled onto the bed like a wolf, grabbing her ankles and yanking her toward me. I spread her legs wide open and rubbed the fat head of my cock up and down her soaked slit, teasing her swollen clit.

I approached the circulation desk, smiling at the librarian — a severe woman in her fifties with silver hair pinned tight. “Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” She looked up slowly, eyes narrowing behind her glasses. “Have you been here before?” I laughed, thinking it was some quirky house rule. “Yeah, all the time. Why?” “ID, please. And you need to be over 18.” I blinked, still chuckling as I fished out my driver’s license. “You’re serious?” She inspected it like it was a passport at customs, then nodded. “Follow me.”

Chapter 1: Full Moon Scent and Rival Pack Tension. The full moon hung heavy and silver in the night sky, bathing the dense forest in cold light. The air was thick with the scent of pine, earth, and something far more primal — the unmistakable musk of another wolf in heat.

Almost p**n level sex. The girl in the movie is completely naked, on top of the guy, riding him, moaning, head thrown back in pleasure. The guy is groaning, squeezing her hips, eyes locked on her boobs, looking like he is actually going to cum. Who knows, maybe they are actually fucking.

Ria’s fingers pinched and rolled my nipples while she kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving little marks. I moaned loudly, my head falling back against Ria’s shoulder as her dad fucked me with slow, delibrate strokes. Every thrust pushed me back against Ria’s soft body. She reached down between us, her fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight circles while her father’s cock stretched me open. “So tight for him,” Ria murmured, voice dripping with arousal. “Look at you creaming all over Daddy’s cock, Maya. Such a greedy little virgin.”

I spat, crashing my lips on his again. He let his arms loose from the arm rest, skimming up my thighs, fingers digging into my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. “Fuck,” I moaned out before I could stop. “Like that?” he asked, with that infuriating smirk on his face. I let out a shaky, breathy gasp, that was enough answer. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his tattooed chest. My fingers traced the ink— black roses, skulls and a sign you’d only see repeatedly on a mob. I rocked harder, feeling his cock twitch under me.

Jax was buried between my legs, his tongue flicking my clit and running through my middle of my lips like eating me out was necessary for his hunger and survival, while Dante was under me, his massive frame silhouetted against the dark headboard. Dante didn’t just thrust; he surged into me from behind, his hands bruising my hips. "Hnngh... f-fuck, Ariel... ah!... you’re so... mmmph... so tight... god, yes!" I was lost, my head thrashing against Dante’s chest. "P-please! Nnngh... ah!... more... Mmm-ah!... Jax! Dante! Haaah…” Mark’s mouth hung open. "Ariel?" he whispered, his voice cracking. "What... what the fuck is this?"