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His eyes searched hers, looking for the fracture in her armor. Finally, he leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. “Secrets have a way of bleeding, Zariah. Make sure you bleed on your own terms.” Then he turned and left, the door clicking shut with unnerving finality. She sank against the counter, her breath shallow, her hands trembling. Her fortress was cracking. And Damian was close enough to see through the smoke. Damian’s POV He descended the elevator with his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. To anyone watching, he looked like a man leaving a casual meeting.

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“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s this one’s hook? Is it different than the one you were reading yesterday, and then the day before that? Or all the ones you've been reading since... I don't know... 7th grade?” I immediately shot upright with glee, grinning with all my teeth out, I always relished the opportunity to introduce new victims to my cherished collection of smutty werewolf e-novels. “Okay, Get this! I found one of those novel apps last week, so I thought, why not read one of the books they recommend. Since I’m an alpha expert or lycan enthusiast if you will, and I can smell the cringe from a mile away.” I paused to take a breath, “Then I found this book, by a new mysterious author on the bl

He gripped Elias’s hair tighter and pushed forward, rubbing the head of his cock across Elias’s parted lips, smearing precum over them. “Open.” Elias obeyed. The second his lips parted, Damien thrust in, he forced his cock past Elias’s lips and straight into his throat in one rough motion. Elias gagged hard, eyes watering instantly as his throat convulsed around the thick intrusion. Damien held him there, buried to the hilt, letting him choke and struggle. “Fuck… that’s it,” Damien groaned, voice low and filthy. “Choke on it. Your pretty little mouth was made for this.”

Before I could see their further reactions, I sped from her room and as I did so, all the special senses I once had went with it. *WARNING! DARK FANTASY/PARANORMAL! THIS BOOK CONTAINS DETAILED SCENES OF SEXUAL ASSAULT AND SLAVERY, ESPECIALLY IN THE FIRST CHAPTERS. IF IT EVER GETS TOO EXTREME FOR YOU, YOU CAN KINDLY LEAVE. THANK YOU FOR READING AND BE READY BECAUSE THIS IS NOT ALL FUN AND GAMES. IT'S A CRAZY RIDE THAT WILL MAKE YOU WANNA LOVE THEM, HATE THEM, HAVE THEM AND KILL THEM SO WATCH OUT!*

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

Copyright ©️ 2021. PETILLANT ALBA. All rights are reserved. This is a fantasy novel . All the characters,places ,names and events are all extracted from my imagination. Any resemblance to the real characters,places incidents etc. are coincidental. Since this story is all my creativity so the story will be in consonance with my imaginations. WARNING: It's a dark romantic novel, so there will be mature scenes in it which might be triggering for some of you so read at your own risk.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

He groaned against her skin, his fingers sliding through her slickness, gathering her juices before he plunged two fingers deep inside her. The sound of his fingers fucking into her was wet and obscene, a rhythmic squelch that echoed in the quiet room. Bianca’s pussy clenched around him as he worked her faster and harder, his thumb finding her clit and grinding against it. She let out a guttural moan, her hips bucking against his hand in an instinctive search for friction. "You’re such a filthy little slut," Damien muttered, finally pulling his mouth away from her breast to look up at her. His face was flushed, his eyes blown wide. "Fucking begging for it like this."

Murphy’s gaze dropped blatantly to my chest, lingering on the way my nipples poked through, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he looked back up at me with that smug expression he always wore when he thought he had the upper hand, his chair creaking as he leaned in closer too, the scent of his cologne mixing with the stale coffee smell in the lounge. “You sure you’re good, Lucy, you’re squirming around like you’ve got ants in your pants or something worse, maybe it’s not just hot in here, maybe it’s you heating up from the inside out,” he added, his tone mocking but laced with excitement, his hand flexing on the table as if he was itching to reach out, body tense with anticipation