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But my body is a traitor. His eyes drop to my lips again, his thumb brushing slowly over my wrist. The subtle movement is electric. "I need to leave," I whisper. "No, you don't," he counters. And then his head descends, slowly, deliberately. Until he kisses me. It's not a tender kiss, not romantic. It's something darker that I can't explain. I should fight him. I should. But then his tongue traces my bottom lip, too teasing, too enticing, and the fragile walls I've built around myself begin to crumble.

I watched it dazed and hazy disbelief as a thick line of spit landed on my core. Damian spat on me, on my pussy before he slammed right into me again. It was almost like I could feel it dripped down, mixing with my arousal as he fucked his spit into me. It was obscene and filthy, and my toes curled in a desperate attempt to not cum at that moment. “Sir–” I started pathetically, my voice cracking. “P-Please–” Damian didn't answer, and instead, he just buried his face in my neck again. I felt his teeth nip at the skin, the action almost like a warning before he bit down harshly.

Now, the penetration was a brutal symphony of resistance and raw need, Kyle's impossibly tight hole clenching like a vise forged in shadows, making every inch a dark conquest that burned with exquisite pain. I paused, the air thick with blood's metallic whisper, and leaned in close, spitting directly into his quivering entrance, the warm saliva mixing with the crimson slick I'd gathered from the floor to coat him—a perverse lubricant turning violation into art. Rain and Blood. His ass glistened under the dim light, a canvas of red and desire, as I pressed forward, my massive cock breaching him with a force that split the night, each thrust a violent poem written in blood and sweat.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

At least that was true until I checked Miles out from the perspective of the blushing apprentice. "He's my fiancé's nephew. If you think he's handsome,wait till you see James."Or his sister. Chi Chi fanned herself,while stealing another glance at Miles. I would have laughed if the sight wasn't a familiar one. Women were always throwing themselves at Miles. "Please concentrate on what you're doing. I'm gonna take offence if you poke me with a needle."I snapped,feeling irritated at her continued gawping. He wasn't mine so I had no reason to be jealous.

That part was selfish, reckless, desperate to feel his hands on me again, to hear that rough voice murmuring against my skin, to drown in the dark fire he ignited inside me. But another part of me, the part that had been burned before by men who only took, who didn’t know how to give a damn thing back, was cautious. It whispered warnings about getting too close to a man like Dominic. A man with walls so high, even he didn’t know how to lower them. A man carrying so many scars beneath that cold, commanding surface. And yet… wasn’t that what drew me to him in the first place? The way he wore his darkness like armor, and how — just for a flicker of a moment — he let me see the man underneath.

“What book?” “The one filled with meticulous information about my daily schedule, personal habits, and weaknesses.” He had to clench his hands to keep from reaching out to shake her as he relived the moment Aidan had handed him the leather-bound, handwritten journal with a look of deep regret. It had been the moment when any illusions about what he’d really had with Madison had crumbled to ash. “I think the most disturbing thing was the sketches and instructions for how to make dynamite.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you could do something so horrible.” “I didn’t. I could never do that.” She slammed her hand on the table, crying out when she accidentally embedded a piece of glass in h

I had changed my name, my face, my entire life to escape him, slipping into this convent like smoke seeking sanctuary, and yet here I was, legs spread in the dark, recording videos of my dripping cunt for him under the name ShadowKing. Shame flooded me so violently I felt nauseous, yet beneath it coiled something far more dangerous. I felt dark, electric thrill that made my nipples tighten against the rough fabric of my nightdress and sent another rush of wetness slipping down my inner thigh. I cursed myself silently, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. How could my body react this way to the very man I had stolen from? The man whose reputation painted him as merciless, calculating, a pr

So guys, two extra spicy currywursts and because it's so warm today, I'll give you a free lemonade on top." "Oh," Maddox said, taking his meal. At the promising smell alone, his stomach gave a very emphatic growl. “Eleanor, you are a real angel. If it wasn't for your husband, I would carry you straight to the back of my truck and express my gratitude. " Eleonore, the owner of the little snack bar on Hautstrasse, laughed heartily. “You old charmer. If only I were ten years younger. "

The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie. I don't know what was more intense for me, his grunts or that Mr. Sinclair was watching us with a satisfied smirk, his own cock bulging at the erotic display. He was stroking the length of his hardened rod, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's it," he purred, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Make her come on your cock." As if on command, I shattered, my pussy clamping down around Desmond like a vice I came with a scream of his name. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan.