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Midnight in Mayrelle City. Snow filled the sky. I clutched the divorce agreement in my palm and didn't feel cold at all. A message popped up on my phone—from my sister. Just as expected. He had rushed off again to be with her. Maisie: [Adele, your husband and I have run out of condoms. Can you bring some over for us?] Maisie: [Carthorpe Hotel, Room 1206. Make sure they're ultra-thin.]

His fingers found the lace edge of my silk panties and dragged them down my legs in one swift motion, tossing them onto the heap of my discarded gown before pressing his palm directly against my bare, exposed core. A sharp, breathless cry muffled directly into the woman's mouth as his fingers parted my slick folds. The moment his broad thumb brushed over my hyper-sensitive clit, a searing wave of heat rushed straight up my spine, making my knees wobble against the hard floor. He drove two fingers deep inside my soaked cunt, establishing an agonizingly slow, deliberate thrust that stretched me open completely.

They succumbed to the fire between them, losing themselves in the fog of desire. Julian lowered her onto the bed, his lips trailing from hers down to her neck. His kisses were relentless, leaving a burning trail of want in their wake. A loud moan escaped her lips when he found that sensitive spot just below her ear; his tongue teased it, igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that rolled through her.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

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Mike hissed. "What do you want?" Faith whispered. "Money. Every last penny of the money her little boyfriend stole. All Fifty thousand of it," Mike declared. Fifty thousand dollars! How could Faith possibly come up with that sum? "But I don't have that much," she said. "Figure it out. Since I'm a nice person, I'll give you 48 hours to come up with it. If you fail, that little bitch dies," he pointed at Mary. "I...I'll do it. I'll find the money," she said.

..Read please before going further.. 23-08-2023 Hello. Marvy here. (This note is for readers who has read the first six chapters before the date written above) So, there have being a lot of editing so far in some chapters and that has changed the chapters entirely. To be able to read the edited chapters, you will have to remove it from your adds and re-add. I apologize for the delay but here is a promise, I will make it up by updating frequently. Thank you!

When the call ended, she let the phone fall on the bed, Her body trembled, this time not from Tristan but from the fear and dread eating at her inside. End. ⚠️ Reader Alert: Things get wild, the following chapters after this contains LGBTQ+ romance, harem/reverse harem dynamics, and explicit sexual content including gang bangs. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed only if mature content is okay for you. (Sex With My professor) The lecture hall hummed with low chatter until the heavy iron doors swung open, the sound cut through the room, pulling every eye toward the man striding in. Professor Ethan Metch.

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

"This is not a place for you to stay. You are needlessly putting yourself in danger. You are my wife, I will not command you but this is ill-advised." "They are innocent, Master Ren." Five thought that would help but was deftly wrong. For a brief second, his soul clenched in pain. baring it, the young man stood tall. "If we work hard then.." "I don't care!" Ren said simply. "You do not have the means to solve this, so shut up. Melinda, how much do you think you can accomplish before you burn out at this rate?" "You said my life is to make my decisions! Are you saying that is no longer true?"