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The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers. “Queen Annelise had a phase,” Sebastian said with a snort. “I cannot believe how low the quality is in those books from the writing to the romance. She stopped reading them when she got married and had enough courage to keep them here despite knowing people would judge her.” “You’re very knowledgeable about them,” Edward laughed. “I was curious,” Sebastian admitted. “They are weirdly addictive to read. It’s a shame they don’t do a gay line of books. ” Edward pulled

She always wished that one day Prince Charming will come and take her away from this golden cage but it looks like she'll be out of one cage to be captured in another one. Washing her body under the shower she wrapped a towel around her body and just like that déjà vu hit her and she recalled how she met Leon for the very first time. His voice! Closing her eyes shut, she inhaled deeply before coming out of her restroom. She changed into her nightwear and dried her hair. Laying on her king sized bed she wonders how Finn, Charlie and Caleb are going to handle Leon who's in heat just like a werewolf. A part of her wanted to search what are the effects when a person is given aphrodisiacs but oth

Heather immediately jumped to clarify what she had just said. “Perhaps other mistresses have their own predicaments, but Sophia is not the same. I heard that John’s ex-wife was Molly Williams and that Sophia was best friends with her.” “There was such a thing?” “You bet. Not only did Sophia steal her best friend’s man, but she also drove her best friend to her death. How cruel she was! I also heard that she was a promiscuous woman and had sex with many other men in the past.” It was hard to look at Heather’s face now. “Don’t spread a baseless rumor if there’s no proof, Madam Parker!”

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I increased my pace slightly, my balls slapping her skin as I fucked her wet cunt. And just when I noticed that she was on the brink, I gave her my answer. “Soul flame.” Meadow gasped, throwing her head back and crying out loudly as she came around my cock. “Fuck.” My voice was a low growl. “There are no words for how you look whenever you come for me, baby.” I kissed her. “No. Fucking. Words.” A shiver shot down my spine as warmth spread to the bottom of my stomach, my body tensing up as I pulsed inside of her.

Paige Colin’s words scared me. I felt like he was planning to run from me, much like I’ve been doing to him. I was sure that he would leave my room and go back to his girls in Aurora Flame. I heard stories about Aurora Flame girls. The Alpha gets his pick of them. Most of those stories were probably about his father, Charles. Colin tosses me on my bed and climbs in to wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. His touch sends shockwaves through my skin. What the hell is wrong with me? My body craves his. Why am I keeping myself at arm's length? I know Colin isn’t Cory. Cory’s touch didn’t even turn me on, which is why we did nothing more than fool around. Colin only has to look at me

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With a disdainful sniff, she released Amelia and swept past, leaving the younger woman shaking and nursing what would surely blossom into a lurid bruise along her jawline. Tormented from all sides, with no allies or escape from the Rothchild estate. Truly, she had entered the serpent's den, surrounded by venomous predators eager to strike at any moment of perceived vulnerability. During tea socials, Jasmine and Bianca derived cruel delight in loudly recounting lurid tales of their past romantic dalliances in excruciating detail. They smirked as Amelia's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassed discomfort.

Liam’s POV Breaking up with Isabella had been the hardest thing I’d ever done. We were together for three intense years, we’d been college sweethearts who somehow made it through graduation and into the real world. Isabella was fire with long raven-black hair that smelled like vanilla and jasmine, piercing emerald eyes that could read every dirty thought in my head, and a body that haunted my dreams even two years after we called it quits. We’d burned hot and fast—passionate arguments that ended in rough, sheet-soaking sex, lazy Sunday mornings tangled together, and a love that felt all-consuming until life got in the way.

“You feel so good, Romi. So soft. So warm.” He untied her robe, letting the silk fall open, revealing her full, ripe breasts. Her nipples, already hard, peaked through the sheer fabric of her bra. He made quick work of the clasp, tossing the bra aside. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and inviting. The thought of fucking two pussies in one day made him hard as fuck. “Oh, Kamil… you’re insatiable.” She moaned, her hands finding his hair, pulling his head down. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, drawing a sharp gasp from her. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sending shivers through her. He kneaded her other breast, his thumb circling her erection.