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𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞

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Reads 36,045
Votes 1,760
Parts 48
Time 4h 42m

eroticffantasies

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The first time I saw her and met her, it wasn't what I had imagined. Her beauty was angelic, her voice was soft and low, and her eyes-her eyes as big as the sun....filled with so much innocence. The moment my fingers flipped through the pages of her book something dark inside of me woke up, the need to claim her and break her all together.  

Known as one of best selling authors, writes the kind of stories that make people's skin crawl. Filled with her dark fantasies, sinful acts, the need to be let loose, strips the desire down to her deepest internal feelings. No one would ever guess a woman like Lucille jones, could think such vile things and turn it into art. 
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Love doesn't have to be delicate to be real; it can be docile like a lamb or submissive like its predator.

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In all of my 23 years of life, nothing as dangerous, as stupid, as foolish.... Nothing as tempting as this had ever overcome me. Dipping the dirty dishes into the sink and scraping off the leftovers, i gripped the edge of the sink tightly, forcing my heart to slow down. Mr Anderson is my boss, he is married. He is a white man. And yet he had the power to stop my heart, as much as he can make it race. "Tara...," that deep smooth voice rang in my ears as he walked into the kitchen. "Yes, Mr Anderson?", i reluctantly turned around, making sure to keep my eyes on the ground, as i was supposed to. "How may i be of help, sir?", i asked, keeping my voice low. "I just need a glass of water, is all...I'll get it myself-", he said as he started approaching the cabinet. "Oh, no, no", i rushed to stop him as i knew that it would get me into trouble, if Mrs Anderson saw him serving himself. Clearing my throat and smoothing my hands out over my apron, "I can do that for you, sir", i told him. Stepping over to the cabinet, i took out a glass and set it on the counter, before moving to fetch the water pitcher. I let out a small breath of air, mixed with gut wrenching fear and shock when i felt two large hands settle on my hips, stopping me. "... Mr Anderson, sir..", I began to say quietly, but i quickly shut my mouth when i felt the hands encircle my waist and pull me against his body. Oh my good Lord.....

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 by cleo_jazzzy

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

Unwanted Affection (UNDER EDITING) by -GEEWRITER

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