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The camera zoomed in close, capturing the wet friction of their lips, the frantic way his hands tore at her clothes, and the loud, ragged gasps echoing through the living room speakers. Within seconds, the shirts were entirely gone, and the scene cut to the bed, completely raw and explicit. The woman let out loud, breathless moans that filled the quiet house, her back arching as the man drove into her. ​My blood turned to pure ice. ​Oh my god. It wasn't a standard romance film at all. It was an incredibly lewd, R-rated movie.

“Whatever. Just don’t ruin the movie.” The film starts. Some cheesy romantic comedy she picked. I lean back against Roman’s chest, my head resting near his shoulder. His body is rock hard with tension. I can feel his heart beating faster against my back. I start moving slowly. A small roll of my hips, like I’m just adjusting. My bare pussy slides along the thick outline of his cock through his shorts. I’m already wet. The friction makes me bite my lip as heat spreads through me. Roman’s fingers tighten on my hips—a warning.

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

But today each movement is slow, sensual, intimate and filled with love. As I sink into Amina’s slickness, she rolls her hips and arches her back, undulating gloriously. I wrap my arms around her and claim her lips. Then I feel Damien’s mouth on my shoulder as he kisses, licks and nibbles the tender flesh there. Soon I feel the head of his cock pressing against my sphincter and then pushing past the tight ring Rolf muscle causing me to gasp and moan. Our bodies writhe and undulate our kisses cover one another and our moans reach a crescendo as we all come undone.

"Am I the only one who's looking forward to 'The Search' instead? I feel like they spent more effort on the movie. I'm already tired of Henry's endless cliché romance movies." "Yup, you're the only one. You're just a hater. Who the heck is Dennis Yates? Never heard of him." "Stop taking advantage of Misty, won't you? I think it's about time for Ms. Emerson to stop butting into Misty's business." "What's wrong with romance movies? We like it, is there anything wrong with it? If you don't like it, then fuck off!" The fans of the famous celebrities were on another level. They were completely lashing out at the negative comments. And Henry's fans weren't any better either. They were ruthless wit

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

I walked straight to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, I had my bath and dressed up fancy, I sat opposite the mirror and brought out Ana's makeup kit, not a thing I do everyday, but whenever I wanted to meet up with Sammy, make-up became one of my thing. He loved it when I dress up like a doll, he would say I look classy, and sexy like a TV model. I could pass on as one but damn, I got rejected from every audition I had. It was all about connection, when it comes to starting a career as a model. I did everything right, and the last one I made it through to the final stage of selection, the producer wanted to have sex with me. Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done

His surprise quickly disappears as the other man strips naked and bends the woman over the couch. Wetness pools in between my legs, and I move slightly around, trying to find a comfortable spot. Trevor lightly kisses my earlobe again and whispers, “There is more spice than anything else in the movie.” The woman on the TV and I moan together. “Ahhh…..”

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

And I feel hot. Perhaps asking Roman to ruin me was going too far. Most of the words I blurted out came from the movie Lena made me watch once. The woman in that movie was a siren—a seductress born to dominate men, someone I couldn't be. Though, I couldn't explain the rush of something foreign and alive when I saw the unadulterated desire flash through Roman's amber eyes. The urge to lick my lips was intense but I held myself instead I bit my lower lip to stop my tongue from darting out.