Wicked Ways Book Novels & Stories

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

These weren't creatures you'd find in a zoo, separated from you by thick glass and reinforced enclosures. These things were free. And I was their prey. How had they caught up? I had a good distance between us. Panic surged through me as they approached. My head buzzed. My ears rang. I tried to stand. My legs gave out. Big mistake. The lighter-gray wolf lunged. Its teeth clamped down around my ankle. I screamed. The pain was blinding. It felt like I was being tortured. To them, this was nothing more than a sick game.

I whispered She got out of my grip and I watched as she sexily took off her soaked panty and then stepped out of it. She then bent over, pressing her front against the marble surface of the kitchen island as her hand reached back to spread her pussy with her fingers, all the while staring at me with hooded eyes. “ All yours” she but her lips, daring me. I groaned. She looked so tempting bending over like that. “ I need to prepare you baby” I said as I stood behind her, removing her fingers. I wanted to replace them with mine but she shook her head. I raised my brows

But more importantly, I saw an orgy well on the way the moment we stepped into the castle of serenity and with the most unlikely of players. Theodrin had her hands full with Marita who seemed lost in pleasure as she bounced on Theodrin's plastic cock. Verin had Dyelin, the Mistress of Spy between her legs, munching on her nectar. Kira and Suain, both Alpha Xavier's girls, were in a sixty-nine, and each seemed lost in pleasure. I never knew that Kira was into females, she had suggested giving me a head the last time, maybe I should let her.

The kind you read under the covers with a little smirk on your face. Yes, darling. That kind. You’ve just stepped into a world of heat, hunger, and heart-pounding unapologetic pleasure. Each story in this collection is designed to do one thing. To set your senses on fire. And maybe, just maybe, get you in the mood to do something about it. Wink, wink! Now, before we go any further, let’s address the elephant in the room. Plot? Pfft. Listen.

“Keep thrusting you two. Let us satisfy her until she couldn’t walk anymore. This whore deserves to be treated as whore.” My sons, as obedient as they are, returned to fucking Alicent. One in her pussy, the other on her mouth. “Make it harder. This damn pussy deserves to be punished.” I touched her clit as Maverick’s cock ravished her. Sometimes, I would pinch it and she would have her gag moans. With her hair scattered on the fall, naked and her holes filled, she looked like the hottest p**n star that I have ever seen. Maverick pushed her legs widely, head staring at the ceiling as he moaned hard.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

I smirked and answered, “Of course, I know it. No man is perfect." “When you ran out of the room naked, I followed you. And has it ever occurred to you that I saw Zed entering your room? Your saint husband is a devil, Miss Jakara, don’t you know about that? He’s the one who ruined you and caused you to forget everything, even your name!"

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

It can be read as a stand-alone, but there are benefits to reading this book first. Lastly, this concerns my other book: Your last lie—please do not purchase it until perhaps next year (Late next year); it was my first book and thus very clumsy, I want to work on it, and if you have it in your library, you can remove it and select it later, the changes should reflect. Thank you for reading and voting for ‘Bound to My Wicked Stepbrother’. I would love to hear more from you; whether you have any expectations for the next book? How you feel about the ending of both stories; basically, anything you wish to share pertaining to the book.