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The sight I stumbled into jolted me like an electric shock. Aries and Adrien were lounging on their lavish leather couches, an air of relaxed dominance surrounding them. But it was the chaos unfolding before me that stole my breath. Delight stood there, gun in hand, her expression a twisted blend of fury and satisfaction. She had just shot a man in the head. The sickening sound of the bullet meeting flesh echoed in my ears, and the body crumpled to the floor like a discarded rag. “I told you to never cross me!” Delight yelled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Look at you now, dead on the floor, because you forgot the rules, asshole!”

She was so perfect in every way. Alfonso slipped his hand under her shorts. A grown left his mouth when he found how hot she was. His fingers easily slid between her folds. It has been so long since they had been together like this. He joined their lips together again as he rubbed circles on her clit. A moan left Chanel’s mouth as her legs instinctively parted on their own accord. She hated how he used sex against her. She hated that she would let him have this control over her body. It was what it was. The pain was something she now seemed to like.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Her asshole winks, still flushed and slightly gaped from earlier. I spit once—thick and deliberate—onto Marlowe’s puckered ring. Watch it slide, slow and obscene, over her folds like molten wax. Then again on Isla. They both shudder violently, holes fluttering. I start with Marlowe. One merciless thrust—straight to the hilt in her soaked cunt. No warning. No gentleness. She screams raw into the mattress, body lurching forward, nails shredding silk. Her walls clamp down like a fist, still swollen and tender from the glass table downstairs, yet somehow tighter for the abuse.

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

Now, he walked with his head hung low, his knuckles turning white as he clutched a worn canvas rucksack. I had to admit, fate had a twisted way of punishing the wicked. I made a mental note to never be driven by lust, lest I end up like Reuben.

“Sat across from me with your legs spread under the table so I could see your bare cunt glistening every time you shifted. You wanted me to drag you over the marble, bend you over the lobster bisque, and breed you in front of the staff while they pretended not to watch.” He pulled out abruptly, flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing, and shoved her knees to her ears, folding her completely in half. The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper. His cockhead battered her cervix on every violent thrust, a sweet, sick pain that made her eyes roll back. “Look at me while I ruin your pretty little-cunt forever.”

Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one. Currently, I am in my room and sitting on the bed with my knees pulled to my chest. I am holding the book with my only left hand. I cannot use my right hand because the king burnt it last night with hot candle wax. The candle wax had deeply burnt my skin and I am sure the wounds will leave scars. It was very painful and I felt like my arm was in direct contact with hot blazing fire rather than hot wax. It was worse than walking on the hot sand. When he left the room last night, I fainted. I woke up this morning.

Body shook violently—legs trembling in his grip, nails digging into his wrist. He didn’t stop. Kept going—faster, deeper—chasing his own edge. Then yanked out suddenly—cock slick and shining. Fisted himself twice. Came hard across her breasts—thick, hot stripes soaking the black wool, seeping through the fabric, marking her. Pulse after pulse until he was empty, shaking.

The contrast between the cold window and the burning heat of his body was driving me insane. “That’s it,” he rasped, his breath hot against my ear. “Scream into my hand. Let it all out. No one can see you falling apart on my dick, but they might hear you if you’re loud enough. Would you like that? Knowing your colleagues are working late while I ruin this tight pussy?” His words were filthy, degrading, and perfect. My inner walls fluttered around him as another orgasm built fast and vicious. I moaned desperately against his palm, licking and biting at his fingers.