Once You're Mine A Dark Stalker Romance Reviews Mga Nobela at Kwento

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

It was need. "You’re mine tonight," he snarled, his hand rubbing the sting away before delivering another sharp slap. "Say it." "Yours." My voice was broken, desperate. "Only yours." His fingers slid between my legs, teasing my entrance. "Such a good girl, begging for my cock." He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them, and I whimpered, my body tightening around him. "You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you?" "Yes," I gasped. "Yes, please."

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.”

Why I found it satisfying to watch her discover her destination was within me. I continued by saying, "Be my Dirty little secret; I'll be your Dirty dealer; I'll devote myself to you; I'll cherish you like no one has ever made you feel; ask for anything; and I'll place it in front of you, you." I whispered it while staring into her eyes. You know the mistakes you've made in the past ,you ran away from me, and while I usually kill those who trick me, I'm not sure why I don't want to do that to you. Instead, I want you to be my fuck toy."

“Sees me? Or sees a broken prize to claim? You hate what they are, yet you would hand me to their prince like a peace offering. After everything you said about men like him. After watching my mother die from loving the wrong monster.” Her hand reached out and gripped my wrist with surprising strength. “Love is not what Drake gave you. Possession is not love. Temporary fire that leaves you shattered is not love. I want someone who will choose you every day, not only when it feels convenient. Someone who stays when the beast inside demands otherwise. Victor can be that man. He will not fly away when you need him most.”

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And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

I only use my work phone and the phone in my unit. After getting dressed, I grabbed my car key and chose my China Gray Aston Martin DB11 AMR. I am a car collector, and that's my obsession. In fact, I love my car more than people. I loved them more than Panther, who was my first boyfriend. I'm twenty-five and have only had one ex. I was too focused when I was a teenager, and then I was busy studying criminology when I was in college. And when I gave myself a chance to date, the man just cheated on me. Guys, they can't live without sex.

He muttered, not relenting with his strokes. We were both breathing heavily now as we went at it like animals. My legs were growing weak but the delicious strokes from this stranger was impossible to resist. He soon returned a hand back to my neck, choking me really hard while fucking me so hard as well. My eyes fluttered close at some point as my nerves focused on the wonders of his cock. Shit. My insides were burning and my core was clenching around his thickness like it was my lifeline. “Hmmmmm, yes yes yes,” I gritted out as he started going slow but still hitting me deeply.