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I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

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I was trembling so bad now, my juices running down my thighs. The dark-haired man kept fingering me deeper, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Look at you taking my fingers so good,” he said, his voice thick. “Bet you want more, don’t you? Want us to fill you up proper?” His thumb rubbed my clit faster in little circles while his fingers thrust in and out with wet sounds that filled the room.

A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex. They came together again, skin to skin, breasts pressing, nipples brushing. Elena backed Riley against the mirrored wall, the cool glass a shock against her fevered back. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling. Elena’s thigh slid between Riley’s legs, pressing up against her soaked core. Riley ground down on it instinctively, coating Elena’s skin with her arousal. “That’s it,” Elena whispered hotly against her mouth. “Ride my thigh. Show me how much you need it.”

And always wore a cold gaze that'd always sent slight shivers down my skin on sight. Laid awake countless nights driving myself to the brink of insanity and release as I pictured his eyes on me, watching me drive my vibrator in and out of my soaked cunt. Imagined the way his hands would feel caressing my skin, tugging at my nipples and squeezing my neck as he pounded into me. I feel a shiver run down my spine and straight through my core, my panties immediately dampening. Was this some sort of trap? How was I meant to move in with a man who scared me and turned me on at the same time?

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I hear a knock on my door and I already know who it is. "Come on in Florence," I say. Florence opens the door and gently closes it behind her as if to hide the fact that she's here. Nobody is in the house but us so I don't know who she's hiding the shame from. She's wearing yellow short shorts and a lowcut black T-Shirt that reads: Directed by Quentin Tarantino. She giggles nervously and waves. No words are exchanged but I can see everything she wants in her eyes. I've seen her naked so often that I can almost see through her clothing. I can imagine her breasts and nipples through the shirt. I can visualize how her pussy lips would rest in the pose she is standing in. I've seen her photograp

If you are sensitive to any of the above, especially explicit BDSM, power-exchange dynamics, or dark romantic/sexual themes, please proceed with caution or skip this book. This is not a light or fluffy romance. It is dark, smut-heavy, and unapologetically kinky. ~ ◆◆◆ INTRO ◆◆◆ ~ Kris stood with her back to the counter, skirt already rucked up around her hips, wrists crossed behind her and bound with my silk tie. No contract yet — just the test. Her breathing was shallow, nipples stabbing through her thin blouse like they were begging for teeth. I stepped between her thighs, forcing them wider with my knee.