"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

A dark romance between a young spiteful, curious girl, ready to take on the world with the help of her sexy devil. Join them in ups and downs of their relation. ********************************************* I trembled, my voice barely a whisper as I pleaded, "Can I please wear something underneath it? The slit is too high to cover anything." He turned me around, his eyes glinting with mischief. As he knelt down, he spread my legs wide, pushing the lower part of the gown aside. His tongue darted out, laving at my clit, still damp from our earlier encounter. I arched my back, my body convulsing as he devoured me. I clutched the chair, my moans echoing through the room. He intensified his assault, sucking me dry. "Adam... I'm close," I gasped, my voice thick with desire. He paused, his eyes locking onto mine. "The slit is for my convenience," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "So I can play with you whenever I want. No, you can't wear anything that will come between us." ***************************************** Contains mature scenes, abusive language, abuse and dominance of the male lead and his obsession over his love. Please do not go ahead if you do not like reading R rated. You have been warned.

Professor's Dark Desire [18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3 ... "Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy. "Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy. "Answer......" She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering. "Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry. "Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time. "I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her. "Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices. "Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....

What happens when a girl set to marry an old man, but then story takes an unexpected turn! •Village Love Story •Age Gap •Possessive ML × Cute FL •Smut •Hot Steamy Romance •Forced Marriage •He fell first but she fell harder

"Intimate relationships among the teachers is prohibited in this academy. So make sure no one hears your moans from behind closed doors." ~ After years of hard work, infinite patience and endless prayers, Antonia Rodriguez could finally achieve her dream of being a History professor at Queen's Academy, one of Britain's most prestigious universities. Even so, she felt her life succumbing to further dormancy. The consecutive disappointments in her private life only intensified her insatiable desires. Desires that included getting tied up and being used like a ragdoll by a dominant man. In an unexpected turn of events, Antonia's wildest fantasies come true in the form of a handsome thirty-two years old man named Rhys Clyde, who also happened to be the Chancellor of the very academy she taught in. Young, brilliant, powerful and with a PhD in Mathematics, Professor Clyde is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, hiding a dark personality that is reserved exclusively for bedroom exhortations. Tempted by each other and the illicit nature of their relationship, the two are in for a dangerous gamble. Highest rank: #25 in Romance on 10.11.21 #23 in Mature on 12.11.21 #1 in BDSM on 18.11.21

After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!

Rated R "Please, faster," I begged but he didn't oblige. "No, my control, my pace," he said. Then, I felt his lips on mine as he continued easing in and out of me. I kissed him with passion, letting him dominate the kiss, knowing that I would never win. Master left my lips as his trailed from my shoulder until my earlobe. He nipped on it while he slowly and seductively whispered, "I want to be deep inside you, I want my cóck so deep that I am fúcking your womb as you scream my name in pleasure, begging for more. I want to fill you with my semen as your tight cúnt stretches and your walls clenching on my long and thick díck while I pound into you senselessly until you forget your name." After everything he said, I felt myself dripping and wet for him, for my master. "What's stopping you, master?" I moaned in response. ---------------- Kathleen Bellisima, she's none other than the youngest female CEO of the top model agency in New York. She has it all, beauty and intelligence. Every man and sometimes even women desired her. What's one thing that kept her from having relationships? Her past. She's the definition of perfection to all people but she never looked at herself like others did. She's empty, broken, and lonely. She's been afraid of trust, love, and commitments. Then, she met Alexander Peterson. Her life changed. Who is Alexander in her life, what made such difference? ---------------- This book contains graphic contents such as language and sexual contents. This is also my first book containing BDSM-related contents so please leave comments and tell me if you like it or not! Chapters 9,13,18, and 21 are the ones with the restricted contents. Skip them if you feel uncomfortable on reading the sexual contents.

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