Their Secret Obsession(the Reverse Harem) Novels & Stories

The night ended with me covered in cum, trembling in Liam’s arms as he reclaimed me one last time in the master bedroom, his cock sliding into my creamy, well-used pussy while he whispered how proud he was of his Gangbang Princess. But the Queen was not satisfied with fifteen. She wanted more. The first club tease happened two weeks later. The Harem had arranged a private room at an exclusive underground sex club. Eighteen men this time. The room had one-way mirrors, allowing select guests to watch from the outside. The thrill of being observed pushed me into new heights of addiction. I was fucked on a raised platform for hours, my moans echoing through the room while strangers watched from

"Know what? That the girl who has everything wants the boy who has nothing?" "I don't want you!" She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were anchored to mine. "I hate you. I hate that you're looking at me like this." "Good," I said, reaching down to lace my fingers with hers. Her skin was ice cold, but mine was burning. "Hate is a great motivator. It's almost as strong as what's actually happening right now." "And what is that?" "Obsession." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen."

Every slow drag of her hand, every bead of precum she smeared down his length, every tiny shudder that ran through him—he wanted it branded under my skin. Brianna’s other hand slid up under his shirt, raking nails lightly across his stomach. His abs contracted hard under her touch. A low, rough sound slipped out of him then, not quite a groan, more like a stifled curse, and I felt it land somewhere deep between my legs, hot and sudden and humiliating. I hated him for it. I hated her for it. I hated myself most of all.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Napaka-inis ni Angelo, gusto sana niyang sampalin ang kapatid, pero pinigilan niya ang sarili. Pagkatapos humupa ang emosyon ni Marietta, inakay niya si Luna sa itaas, sinusundan ng tatlong lalaki. “We kept your room all these years. The helper cleans it every day, waiting for the day you return. I’ll show it to you, and if you don’t like it, we can change it,” paliwanag ni Marietta. Pagpasok sa kwarto, nakita ni Luna ang Scandinavian-style na silid, may mga lumang litrato niya sa mesa. Agad naramdaman ni Luna ang init ng mga alaala.

Kie's curiosity was piqued, and he agreed, eager to hear Lacy's secret. Lacy's eyes locked onto Kie's, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know I'm mated to Lucas now?" She waited for his response, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, congratulations!" Kie said, his expression warm, but his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Lacy's gaze never wavered. "And I know you're mated to Lailani, but it seems we have more in common than just our past. We both are in love with Raven." Kie's smile faltered for a moment before he chuckled. "Oh, that's it? I knew that years ago," he said, his tone light, but his eyes betraying a hint of surprise. Lacy's expression turned serious, her voice taking on a

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

They’re the beautiful, rich, party girl sorority while Chi-Os are known for being brainy and attractive in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. “They’re like…pretty, sleek greyhounds,” Jess says with a little growl, her gaze on the girls. “Guess that makes us adorable spaniels,” I say and Jess laughs. Random Girl gives us a wary look, and I realize I’d forgotten she was standing there. “Ignore us. You should totally take a shot at Noah if micro-penises are your thing.” The words, again, are devoid of emotion. I am over him. I swear. The fact that my chest is heavy right now does not matter. Not one bit.