Insatiable.

Insatiable.

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing2h 48m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 18, 2025
Doctor Emmeline Meier is trying to live her life, establish her name in her carer, and forget her past. Moving to London, she thought she could do that. But that all changes when she bumps into the dark-eyed founder of Cohens. Hunter Cohen. Little does she know, Hunter comes with his own secrets. Read to see how their desire becomes impossible to satisfy, as their passion unravels and the demons that unfold with it. "I've had a taste, and I am fucking insatiable for you Emmeline, fucking ravenous." He opens his eyes again and they're black, "and I have never been so ravenous in my life." Erotic steamy adult romance with dark themes.
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Lilah Hunter doesn't blur lines. As a sharp-tongued corporate lawyer with a ruthless work ethic and a closet full of control, she's has learnt to build her entire life on boundaries, no one gets inside her armor. And definitely not an arrogant, charming billionaire. Theo Grey. Infuriatingly confident, dangerously observant, and hellbent on pushing her buttons. With just a glance, he can unravel the cool, confident woman she's worked so hard to become. He drives her insane... yet she can't seem to escape the way he makes her feel. . . . Then punish me, Lilah," he whispered, low, deliberate, sinful. My name rolled off his tongue like it was made for my lips alone. Heat pooled deep inside me. My mind teetered on the edge of surrender. A dangerous idea struck. I tilted my head, eyes locked on his, and let my fingers drift over his forearm- the one resting on my thigh. Featherlight, I traced up to his bicep, over the curve of his neck, and finally let the back of my hand brush his cheek. My thumb traced over his bottom lip in a slow, deliberate caress. His gaze followed, wide, hungry, submitting under my touch. "Do I plan on punishing you, Grey?" I murmured, letting my voice drip with false innocence. I bit my lower lip, slow enough for him to notice, and held his eyes while I did it. He seized my wrist with his free hand, fingers strong and possessive. His eyes flicked to my mouth, back to my eyes, then back down again. Every lean forward, every shift of his body screamed that he wanted more. Needed more.

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