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Chapter 3 I stood in the centre of all the books in the library, my fingers trembling as I flipped through another ancient history book, the pages brittle under my touch. The ink bled in places, the words looked smudged with how old they looked, but the message was clear…royalty must marry royalty. Always. Without exception.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Increasing his pace, Maria found herself in a state of complete ecstasy as she moaned and screamed. "Yes, yes, deeper, ahh!!" The steam in the bathroom added to the overall sweetness of the s*x as it made the atmosphere calm. Charles f**ked her until sweat dripped from his pores. His chest was moist as it pressed against Maria's br**sts. Carrying her out of the bathroom without taking out his d**k from her p**sy, he sat on the edge of the bed, his hands squeezed her a*s as she rode him. Then Maria went slow. Riding and kissing him simultaneously brought the most pleasure. She paused riding him and sat still with his d**k still inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug, her fa

Jamie My back hit the rough wall behind the tall plants as Lena pinned me there. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. “You’re fucking soaked already, aren’t you?” Lena whispered against my ear, her fingers finally slipping under the hem of my short black dress. When her fingertips brushed against my drenched panties, she let out a low, filthy laugh. “Jesus, Jamie. Your cunt is dripping for me.” I whimpered, my hips twitching forward involuntarily. I had never been this turned on in my life.

"Asher..." He groaned, hands moving higher, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "That's it. Just like that. You're so fucking sexy, Isla. I've wanted this since I first saw you with the new hair." He pulled me back into his lap anyway, hands sliding down onto my thighs. I felt the heat pool between my legs as his fingers brushed my bare skin near my clit. "Fuck, you feel good," he murmured while moving his hands straight to my core. I jolted, my toes curling. This was a sin. A delicious sin I shouldn't crave.

Damien roared and followed, pumping rope after rope of cum so deep she felt it in her womb. He collapsed over her, still buried inside, and kissed the tears from her cheeks. His hand slid down to cup her cum-filled pussy possessively as they drifted off. “Mine,” he whispered into her hair. Isabella closed her eyes, chest tight with something far more dangerous than hate.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

BLAIRE The engines hummed a deep, rhythmic bass that I felt vibrating through the soles of my feet and up the sensitive skin of my thighs. The city lights were nothing more than a golden blur on the horizon now, leaving us alone in the vast, velvet darkness of the ocean. The scent of the lilies and the buttery sweetness of the croissants on the table mixed with the salt air, but it was the heavy, predatory heat coming off the brothers that truly filled my lungs.

I put my hands on his warm chest and felt his heart beat steady under my palms. “Maybe I do.” He didn’t step back. “You’re twenty-one. Drunk. My daughter’s best friend.” “I’m not that drunk.” I tilted my head up. “And Sophie’s asleep.” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “Talking isn’t what you want.” “Then give me what I want.” His mouth hit mine hard, one hand in my hair, the other hand under my ass, lifting me. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me down the hall past Sophie’s closed door and into his bedroom. The door locked behind us.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.