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I moan against his lips, trembling all over again. I know I just had an orgasm, but I'm already craving more—all the attention that only Silas knows how to give me. With two fingers inside me, longer and thicker than his tongue, Silas slowly thrusts them in and out, pressing against my sensitive spots and drawing helpless moans from my lips. I can't even cry out. Pinning my trembling body beneath his, Silas kisses me mercilessly, his tongue filling my mouth until I can barely breathe. It's too much. His fingers pressing against my most sensitive places, his passionate kisses that never let me rest, the scent of his pheromones making me even more aroused, I'm going to lose my mind...

Mallory rubbed me even harder and giggled into our kiss, her hips still moving against my thigh. “Fuck, doll,” Lorenzo grunted, pushing himself off the desk and moving toward us. His hand was tightly wrapped around his cock, stroking it back and forth quickly. He cupped her chin. “Open your mouth and share my cum with her.” As Mallory opened her mouth and stared up at her husband, she continued to rub my clit and grind her pussy against my thigh. Lorenzo pressed the head of his swollen cock on her tongue and came into her mouth. My pussy pounded as the pressure rose higher inside me. Mallory took all of his cum in her mouth, licked her lips clean, then leaned over to kiss me. I parted my lip

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

“So sweet and wet for me. Such a good girl.” I moaned loudly, thighs trembling around his head. The pleasure was overwhelming — hot, wet, and intense. Every flick of his tongue, every suck on my clit, made me see stars. My moans grew louder, more desperate, turning into breathy cries as he worked me closer and closer to the edge. He slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them upward to hit that perfect spot while his mouth focused on my clit. The combination was too much. “Ahh! Ezekiel, I’m— I’m gonna—!”

“Look at you taking every inch of your stepbrother’s cock. So fucking greedy even when the world is burning down around us.” His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I braced my hands on his broad chest and rode him harder, breasts bouncing with every movement. Alexander met my thrusts, driving up into me, one hand reaching up to pinch and tug at my nipples while the other rubbed tight circles on my clit. The pleasure built fast, sharp and overwhelming. The new blackmail threat, the fear, the exhaustion, it all fueled the intensity. I came hard, crying out his name as my walls clenched rhythmically around him, soaking his cock.

How could I have known, Steven didn't prepped me, and this was my first real interview ever. This day has gotten even worse. My eyes widened and kept flinching, what other worst thing would happen to me now. I had a purse with me, but in it were my phone and the pant I wore yesterday. I couldn't put it on as it still had the sperm of the guy I had a fun time with at the club. Oh my, the way he touched my body and drove me wild, I kept wishing for more. We kept at it till sunrise, right there in the club's restroom. It was the most freakish night of my life and it made me wanting more.

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.