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Even the way he looked at me. The storm outside grew louder while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck. “You drive me insane,” he muttered roughly against my skin. My fingers tightened against his shoulders. The truth was… He drove me insane too. Days passed like that. Lazy mornings in bed. Late-night conversations. Stolen kisses in the kitchen. Slow dancing in the living room while rain poured outside. Some moments were soft and emotional. Others burned with dangerous tension. But every second with Sebastian felt intense. Like we were both trying to hold onto something we knew couldn’t last forever.

“We’re bringing our own drinks. Maximus said he’d be on the lookout and Jeckell is gone.” “Doesn’t mean there’s others that won’t try the same shit,” I palmed my face. “Really, Loren. All I want to do is read my tacky romance novel and go to bed.” I turned back to the book in my hands. It was something I’d picked up from the “free” part of the library that afternoon. A cliché novel about mermen and sirens. It was highly unrealistic but damn, did it have good sex scenes. Loren “hmphed” and crossed her arms over her chest. Then she jumped across the room, snatched the book out of my hands and threw it away from me. I stared at her, slack jawed and completely baffled.

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His touch was light, feather-like, but it felt like an electric shock shooting through me, igniting every nerve in my body. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of him—dark and intoxicating—wrapped around me like a fog, clouding my thoughts. “You’re not as cold as you think you are, Sabrina,” he murmured, his lips barely a breath away from my ear. “I see it in your eyes. You want to feel something. You want to give in.” My heart raced, blood pounding in my ears.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Selene’s POV He didn't take me back to his chambers. Ronan's hand clamped onto my hip, steering me away from the familiar corridor and down a narrow stone staircase. The air turned cool, damp, heavy with the scent of earth and old blood. Torches flickered, shadows writhing on the walls like living things. My wolf stirred. She had been silent since the capture—curled tight, waiting. But now she stretched, nostrils flaring, cataloging the scents. Wolf. Sweat. Fear. Pack.

“I can’t hear you.” Damn. She was trying to make me go crazy. This was not my sweet and innocent Sandy. The woman before me was a minx, she was a seductress, and I was loving it. Whatever this was, I wanted it to consume me. Sandy smirked and rolled her hips on mine, grinding onto my now hardening cock. I moved my hands to her hips and squeezed hard. I let out a moan when she did it again with that cocky smirk on her lips.

Keir still didn’t break eye contact as he leaned closer and claimed, “You read romantic novels. I thought that you would like cheesy pick up lines. Don’t you?” I could feel my pulse beat in my throat. Trying to sound as calm as I could, I mumbled, “No? I am tired of reading the same kind of cheesy lines. Why don’t you tell me something new which I have never read before?” Keir’s mysterious smirk deepened. I noticed a sudden spark in his emerald eyes. Leaning closer suddenly, his long fingers gently touched my chin and tilted my face closer to him. I could feel his hot breath, fanning my face. His strong, manly scent wafted into my nostril, making my wolf whimper a bit.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.