❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

They both smile like they want nothing more than to see me break. Ryze, with that devilish grin like he knows he'll enjoy every second of it, and Jace, my stepbrother. He's not supposed to want me, and I'm not supposed to want them. But the way he looks at me- with that teasing cruel smirk of his.... It makes me forget every rule I swore I'd keep. And when he speaks-low, cruel, filthy- my body answers before I can say no. ................................................................................ trigger warnings: please read ! dubious nonconsent/coercion!! power imbalance sexual content (explicit) emotional manipulation bullying/verbal degradation death of a parent (referenced) secret society violence and initiation themes knife play blackmail stepsibling relationship psychological trauma (referenced) mask kink gore

I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad

Maryam never imagined returning home from school abroad would mean facing her family's royal expectations. In the palace of Zazzau, tradition rules, hearts are tested, and nothing is as simple as it seems. And then there's Amir the prince she's meant to resist, but can't ignore. Enemies, cousins, royalty, and destiny collide in a story of love, duty, and secrets.

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Aymaan Malik had everything-wealth, power, influence. As the only son of the president, he was adored by many, feared by most, and spoiled beyond repair. Arrogant, bossy, and cruel, Aymaan lived as though the world existed only to serve him. Then came Aiyanah-the clumsy, timid daughter of the household maid. She tried to stay unnoticed, blending into the walls of the grand Malik mansion, but her very existence seemed to irritate him. She was everything he wasn't: meek where he was commanding, naive where he was cunning. What began as mockery soon twisted into something darker, something Aymaan couldn't control-an obsession. The spoiled heir found himself drawn to the one girl who was supposed to remain invisible. And Aiyanah, caught between fear and an unfamiliar pull toward him, realized that escaping his grasp might be far more impossible than enduring it. In a world where power defined worth, could a fragile heart survive the obsession of a boy who had never been told "no"?

In the glittering circles of Abuja's elite, Safina Rahman had it all-wealth, beauty, intelligence, and a best friend who felt like a sister. Rukayya Khalid Ibrahim, the daughter of a powerful mogul, shared everything with her-classes, dreams, and long drives through the city. But when Safina's heart fell for a charming banker, and betrayal crept in from the one she trusted most, her perfect world shattered. Heartbroken and humiliated, Safina retreats into silence-until a surprise arranged marriage is set in motion by her aunt, intended to bring her back to life. Little does she know, the man at the other end of the aisle is none other than Rukayya's father, the devastatingly handsome, mysteriously youthful billionaire, Khalid Ibrahim. As Safina steps into a new world of luxury, power, and forbidden emotions, secrets begin to unravel. Will Safina survive the storm of betrayal, love, and twisted loyalties? Or will this twisted fate destroy everything she thought she knew? "Once My Friend, Now My Daughter" is a tale of deep friendships, brutal betrayals, and a love story no one saw coming.

The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

When destiny brings true love to your doorstep, it's yours to treasure forever. A serendipitous meeting between Muhammad Saad Abubakar Wurno and Samira sparks a passionate romance that challenges them. Will their love triumph over adversity? As the melodic algaita and drums fill the air, Samira's gaze follows the vibrant procession, captivated by the rich cultural display. Suddenly, her name breaks the spell: "Samira!" Turning towards the voice, she's met with a resounding declaration: "Allah ya jaza Amanin sarki dan sarki!an Gaishe ka yarima Muhammadu saad Abubakar wurno!"The mention of his name sends her heart racing, echoing through the palace grounds like a promise of fate.