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"Darling, look at the new bag I got! I've been waiting so long to get it!" Myra beamed with excitement as she showed off her new purchase. Excessive wealth had a way of feeding a person's most primal desires. In Myra's case, it led straight to corruption. Over the years, I seldom gave in to indulgence. Only when it was absolutely necessary to keep up appearances did I grit my teeth and use Blake's card. He never understood. To him, it seemed like I was pretending—because in his eyes, someone surrounded by that much wealth had no reason to hold back.

In fact, the complete opposite. It was an erotic novel, one about a young male intern who fell in love with his female boss. He skimmed over it and found words like ‘spanking’, ‘handcuffs’, and ‘bonding’, which he was pretty sure wasn’t the wholesome kind of bonding. His face heated up just by reading it. “Why the heck does the library have novels like this?” He complained. “Because they’re a fun library, duh. What do you think the moms do while the children listen to fables?”

Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

SOPHIA POV My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, each step echoing through the corridor as my legs stretched against my tight leather skirt. I swung my baton casually, striking it against the prison bars. The metallic clang drew attention immediately, every prisoner turned to look as I walked past, their gazes heavy and lingering. “You know I’m still going to spread them pussy open,” one of them said. I eyed him from head to toe. “In your dreams sweetheart, you look worse than a garbage truck driver. This pussy is for top dogs only,” I barked at him as I swayed my hips away.

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

The woman retorted with a sarcastic chuckle. "Really? Well, keep dreaming that," Bienley said, giving the girls the same sarcastic chuckle, which sparked another outrage. "You know what, I'm not gay, and whenever a girl catches my eye, my dick usually goes wild. But looking at all of you, I'd rather fuck a lamppost." Bienley casually continued, boldly staring at their chests and the short skirts they were wearing. "Have you heard about the Casanova?" After receiving no response from the tongue-tied girls, he went on.

This felt like heaven and why in the hell was I trying to ruin something so sensational? “And why would you say that, Sabrina?” She smacked her tongue and looked at me. I opened my eyes to meet her crazy stare and I felt chills. “Maybe because you are my sister. This is some type of forbidden romance.” What the fuck was I saying? “Oh really, was that what the books called it? I wonder what you will call it after I make you cum with your boobs.”

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

LIFE WITH MY LITTLE NAUGHTY WIFE MASTER JAVEN POV: Yesterday, having the first sex with my six years old IQ wife, I felt like she grew into seven years old, she bleed me out with tons of patience coaxing her and hearing her loud cries and complains about the pain she had gone through. I know I caused the pain but never expected to hurt her that much, "blame it to my ancestor!" they passed me the genes of having a huge tool.

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh