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“Tch, so you really believe I would? Why would I? I am not dumb like you” Smirking, she was surprised when Kianna had her way to her side. And for some reason, even with her swollen cheeks that make her unable to see clearly, she could say that the very fact that Kianna is having right now is something she hated to see. ‘This girl… does she think I am going to be afraid of her? Like hell I would!’ “You should give up now, Kianna. You can do nothing- hhmp” Something then went inside her mouth. And eyes widening, it was but a pure pepper. The red and small one. Minced, all the spiciness was present and it was burning her throat. She did like something spicy… but this much is out of her league.

Ryan listened attentively and that's what I really liked about him. The waitress finally arrived with our food. As we dug into our pasta dishes, I squeezed my face in shock. So spicy. What the fuck? "Looks like you're about to spit fire." Ryan whispered with a naughty smile I tried to smile despite my strained expression. "I'm good..." I forced the words, not even hearing myself God... why is it so spicy? The only thing I could focus on is my blazing taste buds. They're screaming and I'm tempted to scream too.

Her fist didn’t drop. Her voice was cold. “What did I say about using my full name?” I flinched. The slap was coming, I know it. And I might not be fast enough to stop it. ~~ A/N: This is a fictional novel with dark themes. Please suspend your morality and enjoy the ride. There will be spicy content in future chapters — consensual and not rape!!! This book is part of a competition. Your support means everything. Follow me on I* @Rossi_1847 for updates. 💜 ~~

“Let’s start light. Boy or girl, what’s the one name you’d never allow?” “Hmm…” I smirked. “Damian Jr.” He gasped. “You wound me.” I laughed harder, relaxing for the first time in days. And just when I thought things couldn’t get more ridiculous, my stomach growled — loudly. Damian paused. “Was that…” “Don’t say it.” “You’re hungry again.” “No—yes—but it’s weird. I want spicy mango and toast. Together.” He blinked. “Spicy mango… and toast?” I nodded, eyes wide. “And maybe some marshmallows.”

The consommé steams, golden. — Open. She obeys, letting out a small sigh. I bring the full spoon to her lips. She parts them, takes the hot liquid. Her eyes close for a moment, from pure well-being. The scene is of a heartbreaking intimacy. Feeding the one you just took with animal savagery. I eat too, one spoonful for her, one for me. The silence is no longer heavy. It is populated by the crackling fire, the discreet clink of silver against porcelain. But with each bite, another appetite grows within me.

With a resigned scowl, he picked up the utensils and tried to mimic her technique, swishing a piece of meat in the bubbling broth. The moment he took a bite, his handsome face turned bright red. The searing heat of the spices hit him like a freight train, and he managed to choke out, What kind of hotpot is this? The spiciest one, she said casually, dipping another piece of tripe into the fiery broth. Theo's lips curled into a cold smile. You're really going out of your way to spite me. Bianca finally looked up, her face flushed not from embarrassment but from the heat of the food.

Nikita and I take up our bowls and sit just back from the fire where the older lady works. ‘Oh my goodness.’ She wasn’t joking when she said the food was spicy, My nose instantly starts to run from the liquid fire that works its way down my oesophagus and manage to choke hysterically on nothing. ‘Its hot soup.’ Yolande calls over her shoulder in amusement. ‘I Don’t think blowing it is going to help.’ Nikita laughs and Yolande joins with her loud, abrasive laugh. ‘Hot from the pepper.’ Her eyes stream with tears while mine and Nikita’s stream from the extreme spiciness of the food in our laps. I follow Yolande’s line of vision and notice the huge pile of scotch bonnet peppers on the table in

I could feel my nipples tightening from the cool air and the intensity rolling off him in waves. My mind screamed danger, but my body… God, my body was reacting like a traitor, heat rushing through me. “Let go of me,” I whispered, but it came out breathier than I wanted. His thumb brushed my lower lip, rough and calloused. For a split second his eyes darkened, dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. “You’ve got fire. Good. You’re gonna need it here.” One of the other bikers laughed from the corner. “She’s shaking like a leaf, Prez. Maybe she needs warming up.”

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“Open up. Tell me what you think.” I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the spoon. The sauce was spicy and deep exploding on my tongue. A bit dribbled down my chin and before I could wipe it Kieran’s thumb brushed it away then slipped into his own mouth. “Fuck that’s good,” I said my voice coming out breathier than I meant. My clit throbbed imagining that thumb somewhere else. He smirked, watching me closely. “You like it hot and bold. Suits you.” He stepped closer, feeding me another taste, this time his body pressing lightly against my side.