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This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes

“Oh my god… fuck… mmm, yes… that feels so good…” He rose higher, mouth moving to her breasts. He licked one nipple in slow, wet circles, then the other, then spat onto the left peak. Warm saliva ran down the soft curve of her breast. He licked it off slowly, sucked the nipple deep into his mouth until she whimpered, and spat again, coating both nipples until they shone under the library lights. Maya’s head fell back. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her without restraint. “Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…”

Then Daniel, the way he’d bitten my neck, and it mixed together until I was rocking against my hand, breath coming fast. I kept it going like that, building and backing off, my mind rambling the whole time about how this was stupid and hot and wrong all at once. What if Jax could see me right now? The thought made me clench around my fingers and I added another one, stretching myself and imagining it was one of them. My other hand pinched at my nipple, rough like I figured Jax might do, and I gasped into the pillow. It hit me again, harder this time, waves of it making my toes curl and my whole body tense up. I stayed like that for a bit after, just breathing and feeling the sticky mess betw

Forbidden Pleasures Forbidden Obsession 5 The Storm Inside I woke up the next morning completely tangled up inside Stephen’s heavy arms. My entire body felt deeply exhausted, and I could feel a dull, throbbing ache in my most intimate, private places. His broad chest rose and fell with a steady, rhythmic pattern right beneath my cheek, feeling incredibly warm and solid against my skin. Even in his deep sleep, one of his large, heavy hands remained clamped possessively over my bare hip, anchoring me to his side. The expensive silk sheets were completely twisted and bunched up all around our bodies, carrying the heavy, distinct scent of our intense lovemaking, our sweat, and the dark note of h

"Makes me want to rip it off with my teeth." Sara’s breath hitched. "You are playing a dangerous game, Callum." "I like dangerous games," he replied. His fingers traced the edge of her bikini bottoms underwater. "Especially when the prize is this tempting." The rest of the day continued like this. Constant teasing. Constant near touches. Constant eye contact that felt like foreplay. By the time evening came, Sara was wound so tight she felt like she might snap. Dinner was filled with laughter and stories. Elena and Richard were happy. Relaxed. Completely unaware of the storm brewing between their children. Callum sat across from Sara again. His foot kept brushing hers under the table. Each t

The room was thick with heat, the faint glow from the overhead lights casting long shadows across their bodies. Hayes pressed her against the table, hands roaming, memorizing every curve. Her dress had ridden up dangerously high, and every brush of his fingers sent shivers down her spine. Her lips found his again, hungry, demanding, and he answered with equal ferocity. Every stolen breath, every moan, seemed louder in the empty clinic, bouncing off the walls, echoing the warning bells in his mind.

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The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

My body yearned to take it inside me again, almost pulling me off the couch in a frontal assault of my Step-Father, but I managed to restrain myself, instead distracting myself with concentrating on Brady’s hands, which had not stopped tracing their patterns on my inner thighs and between my legs. Steve came over to the couch and sat just above me before gently lifting me up and shuffling underneath so my head was resting in his lap. From my close up perspective his cock towered above me and I was suddenly unaware of Brady’s hands again. I turned towards him and raised my head towards the tip of his cock, keeping my eyes locked on his, staring at him as I slid his hard dick over my soft lips