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Her feet already took her to his bedroom. "Your wolf is having a hard time processing the breakup with Callum. One day you're with him, and the next day he's someone else's mate. That's not easy for any she-wolf to accept." "Hmm, I still haven't found the Red Room with his BDSM shit, you know," Camille said, changing the grim subject. "So many rooms are locked here. I assumed Giovanna's secret is hidden in one of those." She tried his bedroom door and found it unlocked. "I'm in his room now, will text you if I find anything interesting."

Explicit 18+content ~~~~ Ryan’s face was buried in my neck, his hot breath fanning my skin, his chest crushed to mine as he kept a steady motion below. “Ryan… please,” I moaned. “Please what? Say it.” A wet spot was gathering in my underwear. I was dripping, and my impending orgasm lingered so fucking close to the surface, I was starting to freak out. “I want this. Please. So good.” While my brain was screaming, “He's my twin's boyfriend!” The following two minutes happened in a blur of overwrought sensation I could no longer control. Ryan’s hand disappeared between us, and he wrenched my underwear down enough to expose me. He shoved two slicked finger into my hole

He murmurs, his voice dropping by some octaves as he tilts his head down to my neck but I sidestep him. “The last time that you came into my cafe to buy pastries,I ended up pressed against the counter and you left after giving me a hickey that hasn’t healed because you keep giving me hickeys on the same spot. Cam has proceeded to start calling you my vampire lover.” I say and he chuckles. “Do you think I’m that?” he asks and I scoff, “A vampire? Nope.” I reply unwrapping the sandwiches that I had packed and biting into it.

The more I think about it, the more keen my mind is dismantle every possibility to the last bone, which spells no good for me, seeing as the Devil desiring me sexually is one of those possibilities. Yeah I need to stop thinking about it. Calling Jun helped, but with her opinion on the matter to consider, the shield of my denial has been penetrated. Groaning in annoyance at my incapability to dissolve these taunting thoughts from my mind, I rolled off my bed and roughly yanked the covers aside. In moments like this, salvation has a name; Seduction Of Sin. With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamie

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

~YVONNE~ Steven’s lips curled into a slow smirk, his eyes dark with lust. “Naughty girl.” I wrapped my hand around his softening cock, lifting it to my lips for a slow, teasing kiss. “I’m your naughty girl,” I whispered, keeping my eyes locked on Steven’s. “Yes, you are,” Steven growled, his cock twitching as a fresh bead of precum gathered at the tip. He tightened his grip on my neck, making me gasp, and crushed his mouth to mine, tasting himself on my tongue.

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

"Feel that, pet? Stolen just for you." My legs shake as he edges me, the book spine grinding just right, then pulling away when my hips buck. Over and over, he brings me to the brink, my juices dripping down my thighs. "Not yet," he growls each time. Then his tongue joins in—wet and warm, lapping at my ass slow and deliberate. He spreads my cheeks, his tongue circling my tight hole, dipping in shallow. At the same time, his fingers slide into my cunt, two at first, pumping steady while his thumb teases my clit alongside the book.

The pain mixed with heat in a way that made Elias’s head spin. “You’re mine,” Damien growled against his skin. “Everyone’s going to see who you belong to.” He yanked his own sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It was already hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head against Elias’s hole, smearing precum over it. Elias pushed back instinctively, desperate for more. Damien didn’t tease him for long. He pushed in slowly at first, the thick head stretching Elias open. The burn was intense, but after yesterday, his body took it easier. Still, the stretch made Elias moan loudly.

Still completely hidden under the covers. It’s so hot and humid under here. Her smell is strong and musky. A sexy feminine scent, not unpleasant at all. Just sharp and erotic. I shift my hips sideways so I don’t lay on my hard-on, and I dive face first into my boss’s wet pussy.