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#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

Omar looked at her face The moon was glimmered its luminous on her face while her nose pin shines through it, Her white teeth biting her bottom lip while her hair was softly flowing with breeze Omar didn't realize when he started leaning towards her, feelings his closeness to her, Hana fisted his shirt, her heart jumping in hr chest. "Hana!" When their lips was inches apart, Omar called her, to ask for permission. Hana hold onto his arm tightly, not having strength to open her eyes or nod her head. Two budding flowers in lawn faced each other as moon hide itself behind clouds to spread darkness. The End

he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.” Ara swallowed hard. "Okay." Damon reached out and slowly untied her robe. The red silk slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. His lusty eyes roamed over her full breasts and smooth shaved pussy with raw hunger. He pulled her against him and kissed her roughly. His tongue invaded her mouth as one hand gripped her ass and the other squeezed her breast. He caressed her nipple until she moaned into his mouth. “Get on the bed,”

Ancient parchment appeared from thin air, glowing with faint runes. Kylian pricked his finger first, letting a drop of his blood fall onto the document. Brayden followed, then Dilan. I hesitated for only a second before pricking my own finger, pressing it to the parchment. The moment our blood mixed, a rush of power and connection surged between us, binding me to all three of them in a way that felt both terrifying and intoxicating. I looked at them with desperate, hungry eyes, my body aching. “Who’s going first?” I whispered, voice thick with lust.

Instead, I found myself whispering: “…For how long?” Alexander’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Six months. You’ll be mine, completely, for six months. After that, your debt is cleared and you’re free to go.” He pushed off the desk and walked toward me again, stopping so close I could smell his expensive cologne — dark, woody, and dangerously masculine. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “But I should warn you, little girl…” he whispered, his voice dropping into something sinful.

he whispered. Meera snuggled closer, completely spent but deeply satisfied. In Alexander’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and utterly claimed. Their story had begun as forbidden desire between a powerful man and his young maid. Now, it was becoming something much deeper — a love that refused to be denied.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Breaking and Entering, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning of the third day was different. The air in our cottage was thick with a tension I couldn't quite soothe with honeyed words. Lyra sat at the small kitchen table, her hands trembling as she held her mug. She didn't look at me. She looked at the bruises on her wrists-pale yellow rings that I had licked and kissed just hours ago.

I panicked, Jax slipping out the window like a ghost. Body aching, pussy throbbing, I dressed slow, cum still inside. Downstairs, his eyes met mine over coffee promise of more anytime. The weekend? Far from over.

Hearing her lover's story immediately made her sadness disappear, she even asked Raymond to tell her one by one the love stories he had read. "You can read it yourself, I'll bring the book tomorrow." Lazy to tell the story, Raymond asked Ara to read it herself. "Ah, no fun." Annoyed. Seeing Ara lying down made Raymond annoyed so he had no choice but to tell his lover all the love stories he had read. "Okay, okay, don't sleep yet," Ara got up then sat up and rested her head on the headboard. In China, the famous love story is Sampek Engtay, a love story that ends in death, just like Romeo and Juliet and Laila and Majnun.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.