This is book 1 of the majors. Please enjoy. Based of my imagination and research when I felt like it lol. Just here: I laughed and licked my lips as she turned her head. She was a cranky ass person when she was tired. Especially after sex. "I'm sorry love," I said as I rubbed her head. "Seriously you need a place we can get to only by boat or plane," she said in her hoarse voice. "Whatever you want Ms. Rose," I mumbled. "Damn Cuz protection at its finest," Heaven said as she picked up the condom off the floor. "Always," I said. "I always knew you had a big dick," Ricki said. I heard Mila groan as she sunk into my body. "It's bigger than you think," she said. I laughed as my cousin stared at us. I bit my lip and winked at them. "Y'all both owe me a grand!" Traci yelled. I laughed. "Rain you playing right? She talking about a strap right?" Ricki said as she sat down in the lazy boy. I shrugged as Mila turned around and laid her back against my chest. "No that nigga got a real dick. I told you I felt something when I was sitting on her lap the other night," Traci said as she sat on the coffee table. "I wanna see it before I give up a grand," Heaven said and sat on Ricki's lap. I swear they been fucking around since we were little. It didn't bother me cause they weren't blood related. "No y'all nasty ass, pervert dumbasses," I said. "Come on Rain we family. We use to take baths together," Ricki said. "Yeah when we were like toddlers," I said as Mila ass moved against me. Her body heat was serious. She was starting to make my shit grow. She need to move before I fuck her up again. "Stop moving Ms. Rose," I said lowly. "Stop getting hard. You all in my ass," she mumbled. I laughed and kissed her neck and she let out a small moan. "Shit that was sexy," Traci said.

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[COMPLETE] Her hands are under my shirt in seconds. She palms my breast through my bra and squeezes like she doesn't care if it leaves a mark. I cry out but the sound is muffled by her lips as her thumb flicks my nipple. "I hate you," I whisper. "Then hate me with your legs opened," she snarls, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind her. Her teeth scrape down my throat, biting at the skin just below my jaw until I hiss. My back arches as her fingers undo the clasp of my bra and when it falls her mouth is latching onto my nipple, sucking it so fucking hard I nearly scream. I grab her hair and yank her head back but the look in her eyes only makes me wetter. "Shut up and fuck me," I snap. She grins. "You don't give the orders." ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨 is the heir to an empire. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 is a woman sworn to protect her. But the longer she keeps her alive, the more she wants to ruin her. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "In the shadows, we are all nothing but slaves to our darkest desires." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#gayaf (01/08/25)

Amara Alonso is 22 years old and is in her final year studying English literature at NYU. She's smart, kind and gentle, she always has been. But she carries a quiet sadness that most don't see. After losing her mother and sister in a tragic car accident 8 months ago, she was left with an alcoholic father who she blames for their death. She promises herself to push through her last year of college but soon falls into a cycle- skipping classes, tear-stained eyes, and an empty stomach. Emilia Zayed is a 29 year old creative writing professor. Emilia is poised, intelligent and emotionally guarded. She keeps everyone at arm's length- students, colleges, friends, and especially family. She doesn't trust people and shows no intention to. She shows no interest in anybody around her, until a soft brown eyed girl enters her lecture with a look of hurt deep in her eyes that she can't seem to stop thinking about. Emilia notices Amara's writing first. There's something about her work-so raw, so aching, so lonely. It touches something in Emilia she thought she'd buried. Never has a student's piece of writing made her feel this way. They shouldn't get close. They can't get close. But they do. And it's slow, quiet, and deeply emotional. It's Amara showing up during Emilia's office hours not just to talk about writing but about life. It's Emilia realising Amara needs more than feedback-she needs someone who sees her. And it's Amara finally finding someone who doesn't leave. The two form an unspoken bond they can't explain. It's forbidden in the eyes of everybody else. But they can't help but feel softer around each other. Will they ever act on it? Will Amara's hurt or Emilia's closed offness prevent them from ever truly opening up and giving in?

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