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His hand moves of its own accord, fingers tangling in Ryder’s hair, not to push him away, but to guide him, to hold him in place. Ryder hums around the thick shaft filling his mouth, the vibration sending a jolt of electricity straight up Adrian’s spine. He bobs his head faster, the drool leaking from the corners of his mouth and coating Adrian’s balls. The smell of musk and sex hangs heavy in the air, displacing the scent of old books and polish. Adrian’s thighs tense, his stomach muscles contracting as the pressure builds to an unbearable peak. He throws his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as his control shatters completely.

"This wench got plastic surgery to look like me and snuck into my boyfriend's villa, trying to get into his bed. I caught her in the act. We have to teach her a lesson! She even made a mess of the villa, painting all these flowers. Perhaps she was hoping my man would praise her art. But she'll be the one paying for the cleaning! Don't you know my man hates sunflowers? He even got angry once when I wore a sunflower hairpin. And you? You filled the whole yard with them!" Hearing this, the lackeys got excited, like they were on some kind of adrenaline rush, and started tearing the sunflowers apart. I went crazy, struggling to stop them. "No! Don't touch my flowers!" Darcy kicked me back to the

Rafael slapped her ass again. A huge crest of release smashed through her. Her pússy spasmed around Felix’s cóck, and trembles shook her body. She rode through it, white-hot bliss stretching all the way to her fingers and toes. “Damn, you’re so hot,” Felix clasped her bréasts. “Always so fúcking horny.” She cried out, another wave of pleasure gripping her. “Oh God…yes…yes…” Her voice trembled with broken moans.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

It belongs to him, but I’m not telling him that. Colin rips my shirt off without ever breaking our kiss. His pajama pants fight to keep his erection caged when he rubs it against my lace-covered core. The tingles soak the lace in need. Colin pulls away from me, his hazel eyes swirling with gold. I can only guess his wolf is present to. The dance of colors is mesmerizing. His eyes never leave mine as he flicks the lace underwear off my body. He takes a deep breath. The smell of my desire turns his eyes black.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

The sting of being stood up was still there, but sitting across from this stranger — this man with kind eyes and a nervous little smile — it didn’t feel quite so heavy. They started talking. Awkward at first, then easier. He told her he owned a little bookshop. She told him she was an architect. The conversation moved fast, jumping from terrible dating stories to why certain buildings felt alive and others didn’t. Every time he laughed at something she said, her stomach flipped. The table was small. Too small. Their knees kept brushing. Each time it happened she felt that pulse between her thighs again. Stronger. She was getting wet. Actually wet, just from knees touching and the way he look

¨ he whispered dangerously close to her face and turned and walked out after releasing her hand, leaving her behind completely flustered, hot and bothered! Later that evening around six Jessica was getting ready for her dinner with her dad and Nick. She managed to be on time since she had spent more time in the library than she initially had planned but she did not plan on bumping into Mr Hot as hell, Morero who gave her hormones a run for it!! When he had left her she found a quiet place and started to browse though those books he had given her but she couldn't focus! all because of him! She only knows him a couple of weeks, maybe a bit longer than a month or so and she already likes this f

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.

On the team bus heading to an away match against another rival, Sloane gets a direct message from Tatum promising a proper rematch if their teams meet again soon. Sloane stared at her phone screen in the back of the rumbling bus. The message from Tatum lit up her notifications like a challenge she could not ignore. “Proper rematch soon. Bring that fire if you can handle losing again.” Heat rushed through her body. She shifted in her seat, feeling the familiar ache between her legs from their last encounter. The words stirred something dangerous in her chest. Anger mixed with raw desire. She wanted to hate Tatum more than ever, but her pussy throbbed at the thought of another clash.