Novel & Cerita Wicked Book Age Rating

I said with a wide smile on my face. “I like you, and I will love to be your friend.” I continued, still looking at her. “Are you kidding? So you are not intimidated by my looks?” she asked with a voice that said, ‘you may not like me.’ The truth is this, she really had a mean face that radiated the Fuck Off sign. She had piercings on her tongue and almost every part of her ears. Her looks could really make one piss on his or her pants and she looked very ghetto. She had black short hair which she dyed blonde. I knew her hair was black because the root of her hair had already grown out some portion of black. She continued writing on her book and when I tried to see what kept her busy, she cl

"Bullshit. I'm not twelve, Sierra. I'm giving you one more chance." So much for trying. My head dipped low, and I drew a shaky breath as I lifted it up. "I'm sorry." Scarlett's brows rose, and for a split second her mouth opened; she clearly didn't believe me. "I thought you were better. You know the rules; the Vixens are exclusive. We do not sleep with customers, not even if they're VIPs." Lifting my head up, I protested. "It was one kiss; I've not been sleeping with Dante."

"You're gonna get super wet. Like, down there..." She must have pointed at Casey's panties. There was a silence for a moment. "Really? Why?" Casey said in a shocked whisper. "Because sucking dick is amazingly hot. I nearly soaked my panties right through with Austin. And I shined my tickles like five times when I got home. I just couldn't stop. I wanted more. I wanted everything! If Debbie hadn't been there, I probably would have let him fuck me. I was fucking humming down there. Everything was all thick and swollen and tingly and hot and ready for, well, you know."

And the most dangerous part of all was how easily he made me forget that he was just the cook. Victor, my husband was much older than I was. He was in his late forties, while I was in my early thirties. It hadn’t been a love marriage. I had been pushed into it by my parents for his wealth, and I had accepted it because survival had sounded better than rebellion. Back then, I hadn’t thought I had much of a choice. My father had made sure of that.

I would say seductively which I knew he would see the invitation in my eyes. Unlike Jim, I am certain Blake wouldn't hesitate to grab my waist while he pins me against the counter as his lips are claiming mine in a kiss that's all fire and demand. “I have wanted this for years, Kate. Watching you play a perfect wife while he ignores you? Criminal.” as his hands would roam rough yanking my top to expose my breasts, while his thumbs circled my nipples until I arch into him. The fantasy flooded my mind as Blake bending me over the kitchen island as he thrust me so deep.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

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➖➖➖➖ EPIGRAPH ' He was the devil but his love roared louder Then his demon ' ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ INSPIRATION This book is inspired by Alan Walker's song ' Lily ' I was listening to the song and suddenly the Idea of writing this book popped in my mind ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ DISCLAIMER This is the first book of DARK MAFIA ROMANCE Series This book contains: - Mature content - Vulgar language - physical abuse Some chapters can trigger or make you feel uncomfortable so read at your own risk This book is 18+. I have no control over your choice of sexual reading content but you have been warned. ➖➖➖➖➖

B took another long gulp of whiskey. As he set the decanter down, not entirely sure he was ready to give up on the tip he was very much due, his light caught on an open book, a single unlit candle, and a box of matches. The book was splayed out in the center of the desk. A pair of small brass glasses with round lenses sat on top of the pages. B let himself fall into the deeply creased leather chair. WY had probably spent hours in this chair, pouring over his next big contract. B lit the candle and picked up the glasses. A passage in the book had been underlined with pencil.

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