What's more dangerous-the boy who wrecked her, or the man he's become? He's back, dragging their past behind him, setting fire to everything she's rebuilt. Hatred is easy. Walking away? Impossible. ________________ Damn him. Damn him for looking at me like that. For touching me like that. For acting as though he cared, when his actions and words spoke volumes to the contrary. I stop walking. The silence between us stretches, pulling tight, thrumming with something I refuse to name. I turn my head, just enough to catch the shape of him in the dying light. He's still standing there, still watching, like he's waiting. I force my voice to stay steady, to cut through the distance between us with all the venom I have left. "I hate you, Skepta Aldridge."

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𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐨. A short redemption story.

"Did you not hear me? Get out, Taurus." Unbuckling his seat belt he gets out. I unbuckle my seat and step out the car. His towering 6'3 is standing in front of me looking down at me blank face. "I've taken a lot of disrespect from you, Taurus more than I'm willing to keep taking. Especially from my mate. If you were any other female. I would have snapped your neck, just for your tone. But you are my Queen. So instead I'll be turning that sweet plump ass of yours red with welps." My panties instantly drenched. He breaths in deep and his eyes turn black. "Turn around and put your hands on the car." I do as he say no questions, my mind wants me to stop it. But my heart and body want this. " I want you to count, and after you count ask for another." He grips my scalp yanking my head back so his lips are by my ear. "Politely." A moan slips as I feel his breath caress my skin. "Don't miss sweet heart or I'll start over." My arousal hits full force. A deep growl rubles from his belly.

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild

When the new kid at school catches the attention of Tessa, strange things begin to happen in Tessa's life, but little does she know Isaac Burns holds a mysterious dirty desire for her. - Hi readers, I know you're all dying for the next chapter and so am I! I know my updates have been inconsistent lately and I hate to ask this but I'm a struggling single mum wanting to continue to pursue my passion of writing, due to the nature of this career I am not making ends meet. Below is my Bitcoin address and anything sent is greatly appreciated!!!, I will be posting new chapters shortly to satisfy you're dirty desires ;)))) just trying to get my finances in order first, many thanks -T.E KEEPER xxx bc1q4zsupshezaf0q6443nqrumkrhmzw4uwa5c69kl

Yasmine works at a children's hospital in New York City, she's has an average life and has average friends. After breaking up with her no good two timing boyfriend she wanted a change. She decided to get a personal trainer. Giovanni works at State Wide Fitness in New York City as a personal trainer. When Yasmine came to his gym looking for a trainer, he was taken by her beauty. He made sure he became her trainer and nobody else. Gio loved her body even if she didn't, and he found every way he could to get close to her. What happens when the two gets tangled up?

Warning ⚠️ ‼️‼️‼️this is not a happy ending book, the male lead in this book is evil to the end. Explicit mature themes, kidnapping, manipulation, bounding, tortured. This book is not recommended for readers under 18 and those triggered by any of the above. ... I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and before I could comprehend anything he tightened his hold on my throat, my mouth was already slightly open so he had the opportunity to shove a gun in my mouth. I tried to move back away from him but he tightened his hold and shove the gun farther down my throat causing me to make loud gurgling choking sounds, the taste of metal, fire and smoke spread into my taste buds causing me to gag, that's the same gun he had shot my father with. "Do you have trouble speaking? I'll help you talk my love, there must be something stuck in your throat?" He said shoving the gun deeper, by now the base of his pistol was pressed down against my lips as I choked loudly. I screamed and jumped in fright as he pulled the trigger. Nothing, No bullets were fired. The force of the gun shook my whole body. I gargled and shook my head no repeatedly, but he wasn't satisfied. he squeezed my throat and completely blocked my airway. By now I started panicking more as I could no longer breathe, what does he want me to say?? please just stop this. "I merry gyou" I somehow managed to gargle those words out hoping he hears them. My mouth tastes like metal and I could taste blood as well, the force of the gun being shoved down my throat scratched the inside of my mouth.