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Her fingers find the hem of my soaked shirt, and she touches me again, tracing the line of my stomach. I stiffen. “I said stop, Lyssandra. You're drunk. I might be an icy rock, but I'm still a man,” I murmur. “You don’t mean that.” Her hand slides higher, so I catch her wrist. “I do.” The pulse in her wrist beats against my fingers. Her eyes are glassy, but the heat in them is real. Desire and exhaustion tangled together. "She wants you," Axel hisses. "She needs us." “She’s drunk,” I growl.

After saying that he went back inside, I wanted to run behind him and beg him to listen to me but I couldn't go back I needed to clear my head. Crying I entered the car and sat there and asked all the questions I had to myself. If he wanted revenge why did he kiss me? Why pretend as Mr. Blackwood and be a jerk? But he was always a jerk so that question is out but the rest they will still linger till I find my answers. Who is Nick and what does he have to do with Sean? And if he knew who I was then why didn’t he tell so? If Sean knew about me then how come he didn't know where Alexis was?

She was a match for him. They both continued to fight for control. Sasha’s tight mould made him lose it. Finley kept whipping at her pussy in revenge. His cock was super sensitive by now. And Sasha’s pussy was burning with fire and so much need. The more he slid into her, the more he needed her.

He hadn’t spoken to Douglas in years, but that hadn’t seemed to bother his old friend. They’d talked for quite some time about Rowena and her situation. Douglas had convinced him to trust that she knew what she needed and had recommended ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’ a book that encourages women recovering from sexual abuse to live a normal sexual life again and teaches them how to say ‘yes’ to their own sexual desires and on their own terms. He’d bought it immediately and had been racing through it, trying to nail down a game plan before contacting Rowena. There was no doubt… He’d be consulting it frequently and he wasn’t even halfway through.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

And I was the guy who could wreck her. I slammed into her without warning, catching her moan in my mouth as her head hit the wall with a dull thud. Her legs trembled around me, her heels digging into my lower back. “You like being the dirty little secret, don’t you?” “I like making her lose.” She said it like it was war. Like sex was her revenge. And maybe it was. Her hands tangled in my hair as she dragged my face down to her chest. Her body shook around me, sweat slicking her skin.

She worked faster and tighter with her mouth and hands to bring him up to the point of no return. He couldn't hold out any longer as he gave one final grunt and came like an earthquake deep into the back of her throat. She sucked it all down, but kept milking his cock and massaging his balls. He started to push her away, but he knew what she had in mind. This was revenge. Sexual revenge. In sexual revenge, both parties win. Neither can lose. She wanted to overstimulate him and he didn't want to stop cumming. She attached herself to his meatsicle like it was air she needed for breathing.

I knew this was his revenge, for all the times I’d denied him sex, all the times I’d left him high and dry and all the times I’d fucked his father, this was his payback time and he was using it well and I was enjoying every bit of it. He shifted his angle, his thrusts becoming shorter, sharper, and more frequent. I felt the build-up—the frantic, electric tension in my lower belly that threatened to shatter me. Janet saw it in my eyes. She leaned down, her teeth grazing my earlobe. "Do it, bitch," she whispered. "Come for us. Show us how much of a mess you can make." I broke. A violent, pulsing release rippled through me, my internal muscles clamping around Reign’s cock in a desperate, rhythm

Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dominance, possessiveness, power dynamics, multiple partners, light restraints, consensual group sex. Main Characters: Serena Vale (FL), Dorian Blackwell, Luca Moretti, and Jace Rowe (Billionaire Trio) . . The room smelled like sin, like cologne and whiskey and leather, thick with male hunger. Serena Vale stood in the center of the penthouse, the city glittering behind her through floor-to-ceiling windows, heart hammering in her chest.

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through