Novel & Cerita My Friend's Harem Is Obsessed With Me

But this wasn’t the only thing. Armani, Cacilia, and I share the same taste, and the same lifestyle, though mine is much more aggressive than theirs. We are members of the same BDSM club. “Oh, is that why you are refusing to go?! Don’t worry about we didn’t take subs yet so you won’t be embarrassed.” My dick friend said in a teasing voice and I rolled my eyes. This was his way of asking me if I got someone new and I smirked. “And why do you think so? Who told you that I don’t have a new toy, Mani?! Maybe I do, but I’m keeping it a secret.”

Jack cursed, burying his face in her neck as he started moving — hard, deep strokes that made her entire soft body jiggle. “Feel that?” he growled between thrusts. “This is what you deserve. A man who knows exactly how perfect these curves are. These tits.” He yanked her blouse open, sucking one dark nipple into his mouth. “This belly. These thighs that could crush a weaker man.” He pounded harder, the desk creaking beneath them. “You’re going to come on my cock, Sora. And then you’re going to let me take you home and do it all over again.” Sora was lost. The grief, the guilt, the years of shame — they all burned away in the heat of his obsession. She came again, harder this time, nails digg

Her arms slowly wrapped around my waist shyly. I froze completely. My eyebrows lifted in slight shock. Did... Did she just hug me? I slowly opened my eyes. Then I laughed quietly. A genuine laugh this time. And I felt Iris immediately grow flustered in my arms. "G-Gab...!" Good God. I've already become addicted to her. --- (What do you think? Who is this older sister, and what is her connection to Gabriel's past? As usual, leave your worst theories in your minds. And why do you think Gabriel never killed her—I mean this supposed "older sister"?

Tattoos covering his neck. He claimed the spot on my other side, powerful thigh shoving mine open an inch, knee pressing insistent against lace, gaze burning into my soul as his callused fingers brushed my inner wrist. "Look at you, Darcie, owning this whole damn room like the queen you are," he rasped, voice deep thunder rumbling through me. "Pure fucking addiction, the kind that wrecked my control in college, had me on my knees begging for your screams. I'm ready to worship every dripping inch of you. Just say the word.”

he haughtily said, while moving closer and spread his arms wide before engulfing his friend in a hug. "When did you come?" Shehryaar asked. "A week ago" he said as they both approached to the sofa and settled themselves down. They both got occupied in their usual chit-chats, that basically comprised of business, football which was Shehryaar's favourite sport and at the end Zaroon's favourite topic, his friend's marriage. "My mother has sent an order for you. This time around, it's not an advice," "For me to marry. Ahaan?"

Lucern straightens from his crouch, his guilty eyes meeting mine. “You are the reason that Jamari is trapped in the Fae Realm with Gods knows who.” I continue. “And you are the reason that now when we get her back she will be bringing another mate to join our growing harem.” Fire licks across my skin as the anger buried deep within me grows. “Congratulations on throwing your mate straight into the arms of yet another that you will inevitably have to share her with.”

I snapped, walking into my living room and ignoring him. He followed me. “There was a notorious criminal gang at that bar, Bianca,” he said, his thick Italian accent making every syllable of my name feel like a slow burn. Suddenly, I felt the weirdest pull. Italian accents? Really? What the hell is wrong with me? I needed to get laid, ASAP. I gave him a pointed look. “And here I am, safe and sound. Wait… have you been spying on me?” My anger flared up, my heart pounding in my chest.

“So!” Faiza says, flopping into her chair and cooly lifting the heels of her boots onto her desk as she grins wickedly at me. “I like the new addition to your harem. He’s cute.” She again wrinkles her nose. My hands still in the process of unwrapping my breakfast as I lift my eyes to hers, shocked. “My…harem?” “Sure,” she says, grinning deeply, “your little harem of Alpha boys deeply dedicated to serving your every want and need. I have to admit, I’m a little jealous. If you’re ever looking to loan them out –“

he asked cautiously. Damian only shrugged. “Depends on what kind. Chatura only has one friend, and her name is Rani. Besides, there is too much of an age gap for the two of you to become friends. It’s already weird enough to have a friend two decades older than you. It’s weirder if they are female on top of that. I think you have enough girls hovering around you. If you add Chatura to that list, you would be known as a shameless man who accepts any female into your harem from eight to eighty.”

I feel the same way right now, with Steele’s arms locked around me, Steele’s cock filling me, Steele’s luminous blue eyes staring into mine. I want him to possess me. I want to be his. There’s no way I’m ever going to give this up. Which means that my harem has just expanded to include an ex-Moon Drinker, and the rest of them are going to have to accept that. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I kind of fucking love the way that makes me feel. It’s powerful and heady and I know I’m in charge of our family. I’m the one who can make it grow.