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“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

Samantha In all my years of owning a publishing company, I've read countless books about taboo themes. From reverse harem, erotica, age gap, incest, mafia romance, dark romance, and all the hardcore topics. I realised that, in New York, people shunned books like these, and they made sure to shut them down before they got to the public eye. I built my company to give people a chance to see through their creative imagination, no matter how dark it is. There are people who actually like reading books like these. They are invested in them too; hence, they need their fix.

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

AXEL The evening was the sweetest kind of torture. Having her close, smelling her happiness and her arousal when I touched her—it was the only thing calming the storm brewing under my skin. The mega moon’s pull was a constant, growing ache in my bones, a drumbeat of raw need that made every instinct scream to claim, to take, to keep.

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

I couldn't help it; the magnetic pull of him was stronger than my common sense. “I want to fuck you, Zoe.” Damn. The way he said these taboo things with that gravelly, uncompromising edge. I felt myself pulsing, throbbing, my clit breathing for more as a familiar, demanding ache settled deep in my bones. "Just... just one more time,” I said before I could stop myself. “One more. That's it. Promise me." "I'm not promising you that, baby," he growled, his eyes dark with a hunger that told me one time would never be enough for him.

"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."

For fetishes I listed wearing women’s lingerie, but no wigs or makeup. I couldn’t believe I was actually filling out this profile, but I was also getting pretty excited at the same time, my wolf growling low with forbidden hunger. Although, I still wasn’t sure if I could actually go through with it if it got to that point. As I reviewed my profile, I never really thought about all of these details before, but it made me realize that I was open to pretty much anything, with a couple of exceptions. First, I wasn’t interested in kissing a guy because this was all about sex, not romance, after all. I also wasn’t interested in giving a guy a rim job, or a woman for that matter, but I guess it wou