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The scar somehow made him more attractive and older. “Adorable…. I'm Adora in short form,” I smiled in reply. “You have a lovely name… Adorable,” we both smiled. No one ever called me Adorable, no one at all, except for my late mom. I lifted my glass, sipping from it again. "What do you do, Don?" He bent his face down, a smile immediately tugged on his lips "Let’s just say, I solve problems." "You mean like a fixer?" "Exactly. I fix things... people... situations."

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

SINNER LEAH I tell myself that what I’m doing is wrong and that it will most likely put me on the fast track to hell, but no matter how much my guilty conscious screams at me, it doesn’t stop my leg from hiking up. I rest it on the desk in front of me and press my aching pussy against the rounded corner that I’m now dry humping like a fucking hussy. Satan has definitely won this round. Again.

He stared at me deeply, but not with disgust, rather concern. He pulled me in for a hug without saying anything. After a while, he pulled out. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, holding my hands. “I guess.” I managed. I never thought I would tell anyone about this, but with Arson? I felt safe. “He said it’s the only way for me to stay away from sin. He said We must destroy sin and every sinful engagement. I get whipped each time I disobey him. He is the major reason why I am alive.” I waited for him to say something, but he just kept on looking at me, waiting for me to finish.

Sophia. I had been fantasizing about fucking by multiple men at once, but I hadn’t planned for this. “Hey! I’m Sophia Lee,” I said, turning my phone so the camera caught my face and the soft light from the lamp on my nightstand. I started the live stream. This wasn’t just any stream. It was the high-cam station where I fucked myself online for strangers who paid to watch. I had been doing this ever since my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. The number of views climbed fast. Comments scrolled. I kept my voice steady even though my heart was already racing.

I can’t afford to let Mum find out I’m a pornstar. I have to find a way to keep Jameson’s mouth shut for good… no matter how slutty I have to get. The way Jameson was staring at me told me he knew exactly what I was thinking, and something told me he was going to make me work very hard to keep him quiet. Game on, Stepbrother.

“Yes. Did you see him? He’s so hot. My pussy got wet the second he walked in. We can’t let him leave without tasting him first. So what's your plan? I know you have one already." "Just follow me." Sara led the way to a nearby pharmacy and bought a pack of strong sleeping pills and a box of powerful Viagra. Clara felt a flutter of anxiety as her sister paid. "So you want us to give both of them sleeping pills?" Clara asked. "No, only Mom. Vincent will be wide awake as we fuck the hell out of him." “What if he isn’t interested in us?” Clara whispered. Sara smirked confidently. “I saw the way his eyes moved over our bodies when he greeted us. He wants us. Trust me, I could see the hunger in his

"Dad was always right about you. You find a way to blacken everything." Cain stands there for long seconds, hands propped on his hips. I can sense a deep sorrow...or maybe disappointment in him. It corresponds to the sorrow inside me. The one that deepens every time someone tells me to get my head out of the clouds or laughs at me for bumping into something. My attraction to Cain is about more than safety, isn't it? More than belonging. We share a spirit, don't we?

Tears filled my eyes as they replayed in my head. “My brother was a disgusting pervert, an abnormal freak who had also been possessed by a demon of lust,” I said in a small voice. “He said those words over and over to me till it stuck in my head, as if they were directed at me.” My mind replayed the way I had felt whenever he had opened his mouth to say even a word. And I would feel it deep down inside of my chest. Aiden the disgusting, the pervert, the freak and the demon possessed.

Like the deepest forbidden sin every naughty girl wants to have a taste of. Justin works on the buttons of his white shirt, he begins unbuttoning, and my mouth waters. I swallow a thick lump, feeling my legs squeeze. My body tingles with anticipation. I bite my lip hard. “Daddy….” The nickname falls like a prayer. Or sin. Or maybe both. He finishes unbuttoning and pulls off his shirt, showcasing his impressive tanned abs. My eyes roll in their sockets. I can't help the moan that slips out.