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I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

“Such a good girl… moaning so pretty for me.” Her whimpers grew sharper in my ears. I matched my strokes to the rhythm of her sounds, imagining it was her tight, wet pussy wrapped around me instead of my hand. My breathing grew heavier. My abs tensed every time I squeezed the head, precum mixing with the lube, making everything even slicker. I kept staring at her picture — those innocent eyes, that soft smile — while listening to her desperate, filthy moans. The contrast was intoxicating. “Shit, Nyla…” I muttered, stroking faster now. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Val breaks the kiss just enough to breathe, his eyes still closed. She reaches out for him, wraps her hands around his shirt, pulls him back down to her lips and kisses him passionately her legs about give out from the intensity.. He catches her as her legs weaken, his arm banding around her waist. The kiss deepens-years of hunger meeting years of longing. His other hand threads through her hair, tilting her head back. He looks into her eyes and says Bedroom Now!! His voice is ragged against her lips. He guides her through the penthouse, past the floor-to ceiling windows where the city watches. Enzo follows, then settles outside the closed door a contented sigh-loyal, knowing his person is s

It was quite a sad story. According to my mom, Thor's mother, Viveka came from Denmark to visit her friend who was mated to the pack's former Beta. She met the Alpha through her friend, and they quickly fell in love. Everywhere he went, she followed. They were inseparable. You would think they were a mated couple if you weren't told otherwise. After a while, rumor started circulating that both of them were planning to get married. Then the unthinkable happened. The Alpha met his mate, Evelyn.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

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she read. Adrian nodded. “My father.” She flipped pages. The language was clinical. Detached. “Trauma reprogramming. Compliance through echoic disruption. Identity rewiring.” Each phrase hit harder than the last. “Your mother wasn’t the first,” Adrian said softly. “She wasn’t even the tenth.” Isabella stopped on one page. The subject was marked anonymous. But the notes were meticulous. “Female. Early twenties. Resistant to stage three suggestion. Psychological resemblance to Dr. I. Hart.”

“Well, baby, this is Hector, and sorry to break it to you but we are done. And it'd been so long since we were done but guess what? You never read the vibe. It was nice doing a mafia princess Annie.” Then the phone beeps. I stare into the distance. Hector… he cut the call. He… I bit my lip, trying to keep in the tears but it came spilling anyway. I bolt to my feet. Escape. I need an escape. But I just woke up, and I'm not sleepy. I walk towards my reading table and sit down, drawing my books closer. This is an escape too. Working towards my masters degree at Stanford is an escape too.