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I confess, my voice trembling with truth. Ric doesn’t need any further explanation. He just smiles, that perfect, confident grin that makes my heart stutter, and pulls me closer. That night, as I drift off to sleep, the cool metal of the ring presses into my skin. Ric’s arms are wrapped securely around my waist, his body nestled against mine in a way that feels so natural, so right. His head rests near my hips, his breathing deep.

My legs were together but for no reason I found myself running them together stylishly so no one would figure out how horny I am. I can’t believe I'm actually doing this right now. Being horny in the middle of my interview. “So, Ms Norah, your CV shows you have no experience in this.. “Everyone.” His voice commanded. There was a huge silence after he spoke. His eyes were heavily fixated on me. I could sense it, the others could sense it. It felt like destiny brought us together to do just one thing and one thing alone. FUCK. “Please excuse me and the interviewee. I’ll handle her myself. He said with a readable smirk.

Nolan said. “Not dirty enough,” she answered. Ace came in, tossing a folder onto the table. “You might want to see this before you make that call.” Inside were photos of trucks, shipments, faces blurred out, all marked with a familiar patch; the Black Ravens. Cole, standing behind Jax, frowned. “You gotta be kidding me. The Black Ravens? They are the kind of bastards who sell their own brothers for a fix.” Nolan leaned forward. “They are not loyal. But they have got routes we need.”

Seraphina Vale (4) I thought I would be sated but that was a lie. The burning desire to be railed by Damian roared. My days blurred into a constant throb between my legs. My pussy was always slick and ready like he would show up anytime soon and plunge into my cunt. I rubbed myself at work. Slipped my fingers under my desk to circle my clit while remembering how he’d split me open but nothing compared to the real thing. His shy act only made it filthier.

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Ryan This woman cannot be real. It's like God, no, the devil has sent this intoxicating beauty to me, giving me everything I want in a woman all wrapped up in one neat little package. This raven-haired woman with jade green eyes that pull you into her, and her gorgeous body, long legs, and great ass is every man's dream girl. She's an ex-model, which isn't surprising at all. Then, behind it all is a woman who looks like sexually she could keep up with me. And I'm not talking about the run-of-the-mill vanilla one-night stand crap. No. The way her eyes lit up when I wrapped my hand around her throat and hauled her away into the olive grove, most women would have been running for the hills, but

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

They kept going. By the time the sky outside started turning from black to deep blue, they were both covered in sweat, cum, and handprints. Hero had her on her back one last time, legs spread as wide as they would go, pounding into her with the last of his strength while she rubbed her swollen clit and sobbed through another orgasm. He followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, emptying everything he had left inside her.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

“Callum.” She stared at it. Then back at him. “I didn’t come here to be saved.” His smile didn’t waver. “Good. I’m not the saving kind.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You ever burn a Bible, Callum?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pages, yes. Covers take longer.” Eden’s laugh was unexpected. From the belly. From somewhere older than her pain. “I’ve got one in my trunk,” she said. “Leather-bound. Stained in all the right places.”