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I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

Also Read my other books here: The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery) Conuering the Bad Boy (Teen Romance) The Ugly One (Romantic Comedy) Stalking Aaron (Contemporary Romance and the sequel of The Ugly One) Excuse Me, I Quit! (Teen Romance)

“At such mention, it just gets on my nerves. I knew Sophia’s a homewrecker, but little did I realize that she’s far more disgusting than those homewreckers out there.” “What makes you say that?” Winona sensed that there was something wrong. ‘What on earth did Madam Parker tell Heather?’ “Let me tell you something. Sophia isn’t just a homewrecker. She’s a lot more disgusting than other ordinary homewreckers for stealing her best friend’s partner. If I’d known earlier that Sophia is such a disgusting person, I wouldn’t have allowed Serena and Michael to get together.” Heather fumed. “You can’t tar Serena with the same brush. Criminals do learn from their mistakes too. What’s more, Serena and S

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

"I don't want you to forget your name. I want you to scream it." His mouth took mine. Rough. Demanding. No hesitation. His tongue parted my lips, tasting me, claiming me. I bit his lower lip, drawing blood. The copper taste grounded me. He answered by tearing the dress from my shoulders. The fabric ripped. Cold air hit my skin. He laid me on the fur rug before the fire. The flames painted shadows across his body. His chest was a map of scars, old and new. His cock was hard, thick, slick with the bead of need at the tip.

"Mine is supernatural and mystery." "Am guessing you must like romance novels.... I mean all girls does...... " I shut the book am reading with a loud thud, cutting him shut. raising my head to give him a glare, I growl out in frustration. "I don't like romance novels, they are so cheeky and so unreal, I prefer supernaturals, especially were wolves. Satisfied." "Umh.... Almost." He smiles sheepishly. I rub on the tip on my nose with my fingers, massaging it softly.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

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

“You need to go, Scarlett. Now.” She nodded, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and a thrilling, defiant heat. She turned and fled. It did nothing to quell the storm he had unleashed inside her. The memory of the kiss, the possessive grip of his hands, the wrecked sound of his voice, it was too much to process, yet a hunger had been awakened that demanded more. The following week, there was a seminar on power asymmetries in the modern novel felt like a special kind of torture. The subject matter which once would have been a purely intellectual exercise, now felt like a personal, pointed critique.

“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.”