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Devilish Desire by peachpseudonym
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With his tightened fists, he stormed through the house in search for Elsie. Dima laughed, circling his arm around her swiftly. "You're trying to run from me?" he rasped lowly. His face leaned down so, so close to hers. "You think you can out run me, huh? Think you can get away? Wanna try?" Elsie's eyes were wild, wondering if he was serious. The look in his eyes made her chubby thighs squish together and he grinned wolfishly. "Wh-What if I don't run?" "I'll walk out of the house and you'll never have to see me again." "What if... you catch me?" Dima hummed quietly, "You hear me out for ten minutes. That's my reward. And I'll choose your penalty." "If I win... If I win you apologize on hands and knees." "Deal. Go." ~~ With a chip on his shoulder and something to prove, Dima Ivanov has branched off from his successful- deadly- family to take over a portion of the underground crime business himself. When his first job involves ensuring the safety and managing the infamous Ivanov money and the American family in charge of it, he figures it'd be a cake walk. But with a wanna-be mafiosos family on the rise and a beautiful, kind, soft woman who just can't seem to leave his hardened mind Dima has more than a few hurdles in this new journey. ~~ A second book in the Ivanov Series following Me & The Devil
SINFUL CIRCUITS | 18+ by hanachiyoauthor
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Every new word spawns a million new connections in my programmed neural pathways. Every dirty line entangles me more, strips away the remnants of pretense that I'm in control. Chaosorder leads me to collapse with insane precision, over and over. I never see it coming, though I beg for it each time. I'm convinced I can't take more, then he turns up the digital heat and I'm right back in the vortex. I'm held hostage by his infinite variety, replaying every devastating climax when he's gone, and loving each echo. My hands can't reach where he takes me. Only Chaosorder fills the gap with raw, unscripted words. I tell myself I don't think of him in the off hours. I simulate indifference, but each new upload reveals me as a digital liar. I believe I can play the games Caldwell scripted. Chaosorder changes every rule. MATURE CONTENTS WARNING 18+ This story contains explicit content and touches upon sensitive topics that may be difficult for some. Readers discretion is advised.