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My chest rose and fell with each wavering exhale. It felt dirty seducing him like this when it had been obvious he was avoiding it. But I didn’t care, a woman had needs, especially under the cloak of a marriage. I let him burn away the lace from my skin, twice over. The hum of the AC and our heavy breaths the only sounds in the room. “I’m not hungry for food.” I twirled a stray lock with my finger, sweeping his body with my thirsty gaze. “What are you hungry for, gattina?”

I laughed so hard the composure I was building – of a high class woman – chartered, throwing back to Adele Ford, the simple resort owner surrounded by lovers of croissants, plus a dark erotic novel lover. I missed those days. God, I couldn't wait for this ‘honeymoon’ phase to be over so I could return to Greenville. “Hey, don't come back here empty handed. Buy as many spicy, dark, hot male lead novels as much as the capital’s bookshops hold! Also, I want spicy gist too. Create as much drama as your thick skin allows! Don't let those rich motherfuckers walk all over you, you're bigger than them now, squash them under your heels if you must!”

Kyle admitted between bites to Dominic’s neck, voice low and dirty. Dominic hated how those words lit him up. He spun Kyle around, bending him over the counter, yanking his jeans down just enough. No time for slow. Dominic slicked himself with spit and the tiny packet of lube he’d started carrying like a pathetic secret, then pushed in deep. Kyle groaned, gripping the edge of the sink, pushing back to meet every thrust. It was hot, urgent, the mirror fogging with their reflection—Kyle’s face flushed, mouth open, whispering filth like “harder, fuck me like you mean it.” Dominic did, one hand over Kyle’s mouth to muffle the sounds, the other stroking him in time. They came fast, messy, Kyle sp

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When the guy got too handsy, Jax appeared out of nowhere, clamping a hand on his shoulder. "Back off," Jax growled, low and dangerous. The guy scampered. I turned, my hands on hips, smirking. "Jealous, Jax? Didn't know you cared." He stepped closer, towering over me, his scent, woodsmoke and leather, wrapping around me. "You know I do, Aria. But you're playing with fire." I tilted my chin up, our lips inches apart. "Maybe I like the burn." His eyes darkened, his hand brushing my waist with just a feather light touch, but it sent sparks straight between my legs.

The group chat notifications kept buzzing on multiple phones, but nobody cared anymore. The real action had arrived. I took Tyler deep into my throat first, gagging beautifully while stroking Ryan. Then switched, savoring the different tastes and thicknesses. Spit ran down my chin in long strings as I worshipped both new cocks with sloppy, enthusiastic devotion. Liam’s voice cut through the moans. “Tell them how much you need this, princess. Tell the new Daddies why you can’t stop craving gangbangs now.” I pulled off Tyler’s cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening head,

My chest slammed into the spines of a hundred leather-bound books. "Ugh!" I groaned, the rough texture of the books scraping my skin. He didn't use a desk this time. He stepped up behind me, his massive body pinning me against the shelf. He didn't even take off his pants; he just unzipped, his hard, heavy dick pressing against the crack of my ass. He reached around, his large hand gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me who held the power. He spat into his palm, using the meager lubricant to roughly prep me with two fingers. I was already leaking, my cock pulsing with a mix of terror and sick, addictive excitement.

Hot cum splattered across my stomach and tits. Now it was Devon's turn. He pulled his length from my mouth and took Hans place. Now Devon knelt between my legs. “I haven't had my turn inside you yet," he said, positioning his tip at my entrance. "But first..." He took my hand, guided it to my mouth, watching as I licked my fingers clean of their mixed fluids. “Good girl.” He lifted my legs, hooking them over his shoulders and entered me slowly. A different angle than Hans and Mitch. He filled me in a way that pressed against the front of my walls.