My Ride or Die

My Ride or Die

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PLEASE DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE TO SEXUAL CONTENT. NO HATE JUST PLEASE MOVE ON TO ANOTHER BOOK. WITH ALL MY LOVE❤️❤️ "You really like to play hard to get huh?", Hunter said as he blocked the door with his tattooed arms. "No, I'm just not interested in being taken," Jenny said as he swatted his arm away and gracefully dodged his blockade at the front door of which she exited. And when he went after her, the door was slammed into his face. He kissed his teeth and licked his lips as he smelled the little whiff of perfume that her body had left behind when she left him. "What a doll," he whispered. "AHA! Casanova just got rejected!" Chris teased as he patted Hunter's back and wrapped his arm around Hunter's shoulder. "Come on, man," Chris scoffed. "She's a goodie goodie with brains as big as boobs. You can't trust girls like that. It has to be a one way street. And I'm not talking about having a bigger piece of a meat up North," he said laughing. "Shut up. Don't talk about her like that!", Hunter snapped. Chris gently stopped his chuckling and said, "Ehh, dude she's not all that. I mean look at her," he said with an open palm pointing her out. "She's magnificent," Hunter thought to himself as he saw her go on her tippy toes to staple a band recruiter flyer on the bulletin board. Her butt was so cute up in the air. He could almost just run to her and pick her up by her slim waist to help her in her stapling journey up and down the halls. "Wake up, Hunt!" Chris yelled as Hunter broke from his lustful daydream. "She's a band geek who's a teacher's pet and a virgin. She's not your type. What's gotten into you, man?Forget her." Hunter continued to stare at her as if he was analyzing her. She let her hair down from her tight ponytail and her hazelnut locks fell down to her shoulders ever so poised. They were slightly curly, like always. And very luscious and thick and healthy, much like her body. Plentiful. Fruitful. Full of life.
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Octavius

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

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