Princess Isadora of Astoria has felt the weight of the crown for longer than she can remember, she's been polished into the future leader everyone expects her to be, she's been taught how to walk, how to smile, how to react and to never under any circumstances put anything above duty and what's right. Alessa Sinclair knows exactly whats right or wrong, she just simply doesn't care, her mother being the president of the country allows her the freedom which she isn't afraid to use, she's never met anyone who wouldn't fall at her feet from admiration. That's until she met the Princess, what's worse is that now not only do they need to work together in politics but even at their senior year of high school. Isadora can't wait to be done with it, Alessa lives for the thrill, what does that mean for them exactly?

"Bend over," he growls, the corner of his mouth turning upward. "No," I say lower lip quivering. I wanted to say yes, but what would that do to my scholarship. If anyone finds out I slept with him in his house let alone here at school we would both be in jeopardy. He moves back and runs his hand through his hair. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to. You can walk out right now if you don't want me to f*CK you." I part my lips and widen my eyes. He runs his knuckle down my arm and I shiver in pleasure. "If you don't want me to f*CK you like I did Friday night and Saturday morning." my face flushes and I look away from him. He moves closer and slides his hand through my arm. He grips my hip possessively and lowers his head to my ear. "Tell me you don't want me to get you off with my mouth. Tell me and I'll leave you alone." His Husky voice whispers in my ear. "Professor Sawyer" I make a strangulated noise. "You bend me over." his eyes light up and in no time I'm bent over his desk... Join Evelyn on this Erotic Adventure trying to resist Aiden Sawyer's Temptation! [Mature Content🌶🌶🌶] Copyright ©️ 2021 ThekayX8. All Rights Reserved.

Delilah I was always the star daughter, even if my temper at school made me a troublemaker, I had been looking after my sisters since I was ten. I lost the love of my life at fifteen. I thought nothing could get possibly get worse, that was until I met her. Abby Bove. My worst enemy, and my darkest temptation. She continues to test me. Making me lose control, with this game we play on who will bite first. I bite every time, in hopes she'll run in fear, but it only brings her closer. But I think deep down we both don't want this game to end, because then we have to admit something, something that we both are terrified of. But now I'm starting to doubt my own self - control. She was a temptation. And I was beginning to be tempted. Abby Delilah Marie Blackwood. The worst girl to ever exist. The devil incarnate, who walks with her head held high, and her nails perfectly sharp like her grey eyes. Even when I think my day was going great, it ruins the instant she looks in my direction. She was taller. Colder. Ruder. And the daughter of a Billionaire. And way out of my league. But so was I. She thinks I'll bow down to her like all the others do in fear. That I'll admit I'm scared of her. But I'm not. Her reserved and cold interior, were ones that always made me annoyed and yet so captivated by her. Because even when I'm not looking at her, I always feel her eyes trail over me. I might be making a mistake, playing this game with her. But I am far from done with it. She was heartless, and ruthless with those stormy grey eyes, and those soft yet cold lips. She was everything I should stay away from. Yet I found myself inching towards her. One time I looked at her with nothing but curiosity and attraction, now I look at her with curiosity and a deep burning hatred as she does me. I never wanted the easy life, and by the looks of it neither does she.

* NEW ROMANCE * Kylian Etienne, capitaine de l'équipe de Rugby de son université, c'est lui-même forgé une réputation de coureur de jupons qu'il assume pleinement. Et pour cause, celle-ci lui sert avant tout à couvrir les conséquences dramatiques de son passé scabreux duquel il cherche désespérément à se détacher. Et si la clé se trouvait dans une paire d'iris bleutées aussi douces que déterminées ? (⚠️ Scène explicites 🔞)