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JAKE’s POV I woke up alone, my ass throbbing from Milo’s cock tearing into me last night. I groaned, sitting up, flashes of his rough hands and filthy mouth burning in my mind. My cheeks flushed as I buried my face in my hands. This was my fucked-up life now. The penthouse was quiet. No Milo. Probably didn’t sleep here—too personal for a psycho who saw me as his personal fucktoy. A sealed envelope on the desk caught my eye. I stumbled over, legs shaky from his pounding, and ripped it open.

Philip smirked proudly and his guys started hyping him up. I know you’re going to be wondering how this is normal? Well we’ve been doing this since the first day of college, we’ve known each other for long so it’s completely normal. We just pick a ransom day, get high and wasted and fuck ourselves, just for fun actually and it never gets out. Ashley started taking off her clothes. God I love her body, she’s fit to be a professional p**n star. Philip grabbed her breast and started playing with it, teasing and then put it in his mouth.

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behavior without consent or responsibility. This book may feature content that explores various sexual dynamics, fantasies, and preferences. All encounters are consensual in nature, even if they unfold in daring or unconventional contexts. However, if you're uncomfortable with mature themes or erotic storytelling, this book may not be for you. --- Legal & Copyright Notice

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

Then I thought that I was hiding something in my personality. I BEGAN TO TASTE THE FIRST MISTAKE IN MY LIFE. ------ A/N: Warning, I'll just tell you that this is not just an ordinary story or let's say it's just a love story, I just want to make something erotic novel and I just want all of you to be open-minded, it actually reads in my title that there is SEX, flirty, (pertaining to sex), SO BE OPENMINDED AND HAVE FUN READING THIS. #LoveSexRomance

As my pleasure mounted, escalating inside me like a flood, I raised my head, biting my lip and let out a long but hushed set of moans and whimpers. "Come on," Hardin whispered, encouraging me, "Cum for me Chloe, my naughty little slut." I couldn't believe how turned on it made me to be called that during sex. Any other time I'd be furious, but it felt so right. Drawing my hand away from the wall briefly, I smacked my clit with my hand before going back to rubbing it. The sudden sharp sensation of the slap mixed with Hardin's dirty words and his hard manhood stretching me wide was enough to send me over the edge.