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Because I knew what simmered underneath their fake stoicism and cracking restraint… was the same thing that hid beneath mine: A pathetic desire to abandon everything to the heat of lust. But all that went out the window when he started dating Valia, vice captain of the volleyball team. Long flawless legs padded by thick thighs that screamed anything but innocence. She wasn't a slut, but by no means was she innocent. The desperate, broken whimpers leaking through our paper-thin walls made that crystal clear. She was exactly the kind of temptation I had to have my hands on before leaving. “Fuck—” The headboard slammed again. Another thrust. Another muffled curse.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

“I love your cock. I’ve wanted this since our first meeting. Fuck me harder, Mr. Blackwood. Please.” He gave it to me. Hard. Raw. Animalistic. The desk shook under us as he pounded into me, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every deep stroke. The risk was insane. His fiancée, Isabella, was literally downstairs finalizing flower arrangements for their ceremony. If she walked in right now, everything would explode. That only made it hotter. Mr. Blackwood reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast, rough circles. “Come for me, baby. Come on the groom’s cock while his bride is downstairs picking roses for their wedding.”

“Your eyes tell a different story than your words.” A blush, hot and shameful, crept up Susan’s neck. She looked away, her gaze snagging on the rough texture of Kayla’s worn jeans, the slight bulge of muscle beneath the denim. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh, I think you do.” Kayla’s hand, surprisingly gentle, reached out, her fingers brushing the stiff fabric of Susan’s wimple, tracing the line of her jaw. The touch sent a jolt, sharp and electric, through Susan’s entire being. “You’re aching for something, aren’t you? Something forbidden.” Her thumb stroked Susan’s cheekbone, a feather-light touch that felt like fire. “Something… real.”

The night air touched my bare legs beneath the robe like a secret. I am Lila Cabruno, a very well known celebrity. Today, I wanted to relax. My naughty boyfriend, Charles denied me sex saying he's too busy. I challenged him, saying I would get good sex somewhere else despite the fact that I knew I was wrong. Charles had the best dick ever, fuck him! A tall woman with a sleek ponytail met me at the door. Her voice was low and calm. “Miss Voss. We have your private suite ready. No names, no cameras, no interruptions. This way please.”

"I'm going to suck your cock every day, and I want you to cum in my mouth." I helped Mom off the table, and we went back inside the house. She hugged me. She was crying. "That one... that fuck was better than the first one. Is it going to be like this every time?" We were leaving a puddle of rainwater on the floor under us. Through the window, I could see Hank fucking his wife in the rain while his kids fucked next to them. I looked down into my mother's face. "I hope so. Making love to you is impossible to describe: so wrong but so good; taboo but irresistible. That we have to keep it a secret -- well, mostly -- is intoxicating."

And then I thought about how much I didn’t care, how much I wanted to burn the rulebook to ash right here on the couch. I looked Tre straight in the eye and let my lips curl into that slow, dangerous smile I’d been practicing in my mirror for months. “I’m saying I never said stop.” Kev’s laugh came out low and dark, vibrating through the floor, and before I could breathe again he was leaning forward, one huge hand sliding up my bare thigh until his thumb pressed against the soft inside where no one was supposed to touch. My breath hitched, my lips parted, but I didn’t move away.

“Dripping on the conference table. What a filthy fucking whore you are.” He reached out and ripped her blouse open, buttons flying across the room. He yanked her bra down, freeing her tits, her nipples already hard and begging for his mouth. He didn't touch them. Not yet. “Take the skirt off,” he commanded. “Now.” She lifted her hips and wriggled out of the skirt, tossing it aside. She was completely naked, spread-eagled on the table where the company's most powerful decisions were made. He walked over to the supply cabinet and returned with a thick, black marker. Emma’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of arousal mixed with fear washing over her.

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.