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"No! You keep them their sweetheart! I'm trying to say no, I need to leave, but I am so caught up with touching and looking at his fine-toned stomach and going down his blue jean pants. This reminds me that move I watch the other night on my laptop 50 shades of Grey I believe that what it called. I feel like it's the scene when Ann and Christian are in the dining room and grabs her. I feel like his going to grab me. I started feeling hot in my face. I know he can see my cheeks. I moved back in a little bit, his right on top of my body. "He backed off, thank God." I must say it out loud.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

The night in the convent was heavier than usual. Every corner of the old building seemed to hold secrets. The stone walls absorbed the candlelight and reflected faint, wavering shadows, making the corridors appear alive. Christiana lay awake in her bed, her hands tightly gripping the sheets. Her mind refused to rest. Joy, across the room, remained motionless, her eyes open in the darkness. Christiana could feel her presence, even without looking. It was as if Joy was watching her from inside her own mind, understanding every thought before it could even form. A chill ran down Christiana’s spine.

"Because the alternative is to never trust anyone again. And that… that would be the real defeat." In the darkness, I felt more than saw Christian shift closer, his face now just inches from mine. "Zoey…" he murmured, his voice carrying something I couldn't quite name.

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.

I was stunned because I was putting everything she said into my head. I don't understand. "Are you free now, Sheena, or are you still in the dark?" My eyes widened at her, and I couldn't say anything. In my nervousness and fear, all I can hear is the beating of my heart. "Have you freed yourself from the chains?" Or are you still in chains? " As my tears flowed, I was stunned. I don't know what else to say because I don't have a good answer. "Have you seen the light, or are you still afraid to emerge from the darkness?"

I scream out his name, feeling my walls tumble around him and my body tremble with the remnants of what he’s done to me. My first orgasm from another man in over ten years; I know the guilt will set in later, but right now, I am feeling selfish. Christian then fixes my dress moves from between my legs while licking his lips and looking down at me as if he has just won a prize. “That was even better than I ever could have imagined; I swear I have just tasted the nectar of the Gods.” He says, making me curl into myself with a cringe. “I wanted to taste your first climax with me and fuck, it tasted sweet,” he says, then leans down to kiss me - softly this time.

the Light? I think most of us will agree and love both our light and dark sides, because we, as humans, have both of these elements - Light and Darkness. It is up to us which of them we will let overcome the other in our hearts. And no matter if you believe in God, another higher power or you are an atheist, you certainly feel the influence of these two opposing elements in your life many times, especially when you have to make an important decision such as, for example, whether to help someone in need? Should I stop or pass someone indifferently? Take care only for yourself and your own interests, or maybe for common good? It is a popular concept of right or wrong, where right is Light and

“I’m going to grant you an orgasm, Lyra, just to take the edge off the anxiety you’re feeling. After you get back at Levi and Cassie—after you put them behind you, I’m going to take you anywhere you want, and then, I’m going to fuck you everywhere. I haven’t touched any other woman because no one would sate me the way you do. After your revenge, I’m going to unleash myself on you. You’re going to experience the hunger of a man who’s wanted to fuck you ever since he saw you in that slutty diamond dress that night at the restaurant, but who has held himself back ever since, because what is a man without his control, Lyra? Yet you… You make me want to lose control.” Christian’s words are like c

PENELOPE Christian and I spent the rest of the weekend, locked in our penthouse, subsisting on room service and orgasms and christening every surface‐though I'm not sure “christening” was the right word to use, considering how filthy our activities were. Sex with Christian was sex like I'd never known it. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It shattered every preconceived notion of who I was and molded me into something more darker, more depraved. He called me princess one moment and his whore the next.