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But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

“What gives you the right to snoop around and dig up info on my friends and family?” “What friends?” he laughed darkly. “I’m just trying to figure out how someone like you ends up with someone like him.” “And what exactly do you mean by ‘someone like me?'" He grinned wickedly. “A firecracker like you? With a fire extinguisher like him? Opposites don’t attract, April. What you need is passion. Someone that challenges you.” “And you’re the expert on romance?” “As a matter of fact,” he climbed into the front seat, much to my annoyance. “I am not an expert on love but I know it shouldn't feel forced and it most definitely should not feel like a trap."

RYAN'S POV The room felt hotter now and Liam lay under me flushed and breathing hard with his eyes glassy from all the alcohol and lust hanging in the air. I had wanted him for so long with years of stolen looks and forbidden thoughts that had finally crashed down on us in this bedroom while the party was in full motion below. My idle hand ran over his chest in order to feel the way his hard muscle would twitch under my touch. “You are mine tonight, Liam. All fucking mine,” I grunted.

"Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?" She waved her hand without a second thought. "It's just a nail. If you like it, take it." [Ding. Target Ximena has gifted the host a level-four soul nail. Stored in inventory.] [Ding. Host has obtained a level-three tweezer. Stored in inventory.] [Nail removal task completed. Reward pack has been issued. Please claim it in your inventory.] [Please keep up the good work and carry out your Devoting actions to the end.] I opened my system inventory and found four new items inside. A mask called Beauty Restoration Device. A wig called Three Thousand

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His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

“So what now? I’m supposed to just accept you controlling everything while we fuck like animals every time we argue?” “Yes,” he growled, kissing me roughly. I kissed him back, as lust filled me. He lifted me onto the desk again, spreading my legs and sliding two fingers into my cum-filled pussy, pumping them slowly. “You’re soaked with my load and still ready for more. This bond between us isn’t going away, Claire.” I moaned loudly, riding his fingers while my mind spun. I had to choose, independence or this volatile thing growing between Ronan and me. The attraction was undeniable, raw and addictive. His control made me furious but it also made me drip.