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The risk felt intoxicating. In his class, Elena always sat in the third row, right in his line of sight if he ever bothered to look. Most days, he didn’t. But that didn’t stop her. While his low, serious voice filled the room, lecturing about ancient battles or scandalous affairs between kings and their forbidden lovers, her hand would slowly slide under the desk. She pressed her thighs tight together at first, feeling the heat building between her legs. Then her fingers would slip under her skirt, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her panties right on her swollen clit. She had to bite her lip hard enough to taste blood just to stay quiet as he paced between the desks. The fear of gettin

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

Your lust is as strong as any man’s in the room. They’re still standing around you, watching you. Ten eyes looking at your body, seeing how you and your body lust now for the sex. There is no denying it. Your nipples are rock hard, red and needing to be touched sucked loved! Your pussy is throbbing and gapping open as you see their faces and all eyes on it.

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

“It’s the same energy. Worship it. Tease it. Make her drip down your chin before you even put a finger inside.” She stood up gracefully, hooked her thumbs into her long skirt, and slid it down her thick thighs. Black lace panties followed, revealing her completely. Her pussy was smooth, puffy, and already glistening with arousal. My mouth watered. Elara sat on the edge of the velvet-covered table, spreading her legs wide. The crystal sphere sat beside her like a silent witness. “Come here,” she beckoned. “On your knees first.” I knelt between her thighs, staring at her wet folds. Her scent was intoxicating—sweet and musky.

“Stretching Mommy’s married hole again right under her son’s nose. What if Jake walks in right now? Sees me bouncing on this fat cock that belongs to his best friend. Sees my tits bouncing while you breed me?” The dirty risk made everything ten times hotter. I thrust up gently to meet her, burying myself balls-deep. Elena’s mouth opened in a silent, desperate gasp, her eyes widening. Her creamy juices coated my balls and leaked down to my ass. I slid one hand down to rub her swollen clit in slow, firm circles while she rode me like a filthy secret.

That was rude… insulting… but God, it made my core twitch. “Are you always this… raw?” I asked. “I’m straightforward,” Leo countered, leaning in. The air between us crackled with the promise of something filthy. “I brought you a gift,” he whispered. “I hope you like it.” He handed me a black satin bag, and when I opened it, my eyes went wide. It was a lifelike dildo—brown, veiny, with a promise of multiple orgasms. “Thank you,” I muttered. Was it the thrill of what was to come? I felt myself swell, my body reacting against the silk of my panties.

I just whimpered, sobbed and begged with broken sounds. He leaned down, chest to my back, weight pinning me into the bed, mouth at my ear. “You love this, don’t you?” He murmured softly. “Love being fucked like my dirty little girl.” “Yes… God… yes…” His free hand snaked around. Found my clit. Pinched it. Rolled it. Rubbed fast and rough. I shattered again. Harder than before. My pussy clamped down like a vice, pulsing and milking him. My whole body shook. Tears soaked the pillow. I screamed his name until my throat burned.

“So you want to torture me?” I asked, my voice already weak and quiet. “I like to call that edging,” he said. “Sounds less torture-y.” He chuckled once again, but I was already lost to the pleasure that was building in my body. My right hand was rubbing my clit slowly, while my left one had gone to my breasts and was squeezing them, pinching my nipples from time to time. “Your body was made to be painted like that,” he commented, his words hitting me right at the core.

He liked knowing that Zach did show some interest towards his attractive points. “What common phrases have you come across in erotica for the male body?” he asked. “Toned abdominal muscles, taut skin stretched across bulging muscles, throbbing manhood,” Zach reeled off quickly. The billionaire snorted. As the CEO of a publishing company, he had read his fair share of the erotica coming out of the company and those phrases were certainly common. Erotica was the most profitable genre at the moment for the company. “Of course. How likely is it that the female lead has messy hair?”