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“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

But their queen is not happy. She did not only lose her parents but also the love of the vampire king Damien. Alisha has to choose between being the queen of Black Moore and leaving the throne for the greedy uncle she has or fighting for the man she loves,the man who is suspected to being in a spell,a spell which may never be broken. A spell which may cause him his life if he tampers with it. How did he get spelled? And who’s the socerer? Remember the last existing witch was Damien’s mother,so who’s this socerer? Is she evil?

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I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

He slowly steps forward, his feet making no sound on the plush carpet, and walks in my direction with his hands raised slightly in a placating gesture. “Livia, hear me out first—” “No!” I hiss, the syllable tearing raw from my throat. I snap my head back, glaring straight into his intense eyes with all the fury and self-loathing I possess. “I know I am being a hypocrite. I know I am a married woman myself, tied to a bastard who treats me like garbage, but I don’t want to be your mistress, Dante.”

“What's wrong, love?” “Baby, I'm really horny. Let's have sex.” I whispered, straddling his lap as I placed a quick kiss to his lips. At first, Leander just stared at me bewildered, then he chuckled. “I thought something really bad was happening to you.” “This is really bad.” I breathed against his neck, sucking on it as I rocked my hips against him. Leander's hands flew to my thighs, grabbing them. His face lowered to my breast, and he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Lower yourself slowly, baby. Let me watch that tight pussy stretch around your stepbrother’s big dick.” I gripped the base of his cock with one hand—it was so thick my fingers barely met—and lined him up with my soaked entrance. The head nudged my puffy lips open. I sank down inch by inch, gasping loudly as he stretched me open. “Oh my god… he’s so fucking big,” I moaned. The burn was intense and perfect, my walls fluttering and gripping every ridge and vein as I took him deeper than I thought possible. When my ass finally rested against his hips, I felt impossibly full, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.

I am yours, I breathed, my hands sliding beneath his suit jacket, pressing flat against the burning, muscular breadth of his back. His dark eyes snapped, the last fragile thread of his restraint shattering completely. Adrian claimed my mouth in a kiss that was pure, possessive ruin. It wasn't gentle, nor was it meant to comfort me. It was desperate, demanding, and filthy, tasting of dark promises, blood, and absolute authority. His tongue invaded my mouth, plundering every inch of me while his free hand slid down my spine, cupping my rear through the fabric of my dress and lifting me up off the ground to seat me firmly over his thigh.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. 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.