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Sin of Lust #8
I've already found a place for her to live. I'm not sure what it is in me that makes me crave her so intensely, but something about her draws me to her.
"Please wait a moment. What are the chances of moving that to another location? " I inquired of the delivery boy, who nodded as to what he desired.
According to what I previously mentioned, "I'll see to it that everything is taken care of. To be really honest, that is also where I intend to go. " However, he was adamant about not taking it, so I gave him more than the sum in order to be certain that he was content with what he had gotten before I left the country.
I tapped the duplicating key with great caution on my keyboard. What was the process of getting my hands on it? It is because I am Noringco that this is the case.
My smile couldn't be suppressed as I opened the door and moved gingerly inside the room. Her grin was gloomy and mournful, as if she were depressed. I have a lot of respect for her.
Her living room is perfumed with lavander, which is really relaxing, and the dim lighting enhances the effect of the smell perfectly.
She was soundly asleep on the floor by the bed when I entered her room, so I hurried in.
To be honest, I'm tempted to shout because she's not wearing anything, that she's sleeping naked, that her pussy is red, and that her reddish nipples force me to arouse almost instantly.
Because my kid is growing more stiff, I take up a position next to him and open the zipper on my pants.
He's pleased with the prospect.
While I'm staring at her pussy, I run my fingers along the inside of my crotch. That makes me want to f*ck her in the face every time I see it.
Despite my strong temptation, I can't bring myself to blaspheme her name out loud. I don't want her to realize that I'm there since she'll wake up.
In part because he had relocated, he was more accommodating this time. Because the movement of my hands became faster, I was able to see it clearly.
I'm jerking off as well, and I'm standing right next to her. Fuck.
I got a strong feeling that I was going to come, but I fought the urge. I have a strong desire for more fic!
Mild moans were followed by licking her lips, which she did again and again. "No, not at all! In light of the fact that her pussy is presently soaking wet, I assume she is having a wet dream.
Fuck!
There is nothing that can stop my grasp on the keyboard. As a result, I am moving more quickly and rolling over more frequently than usual. Damn!
The spit on her thigh remained on the floor because I was scared she might wake up from her sleep.
I gaze at her pussy and lick the inside of her lips with my index finger and thumb! Because she has relocated, I need to get her out of here as soon as possible.
Leaving the apartment in a hurry, I snatched three pizza boxes from my car and raced across town to the other side of the building, where my delivery would be waiting for me. I am crossing my fingers that he will open the door!
My doorbell rang next because I was anxious that he would be coming out of the other side of the house, something I had not anticipated happening.
When the door opened at the same moment as this woman's, I dashed up to her and hugged her fiercely in my arms.
Your presence will be missed, baby. Please accept my sincere apologies if I have upset you in any way. I'm madly in love with you, sweetie, and I can't stop thinking about you. " My words came out one by one as we made our way into her apartment, and she stared at me, her brow almost reaching the top of her forehead.
However, she does not look familiar, which is not the case. The last thing I want him to see is the inside of my testicles!
It was only when I glanced through the door's eyehole that I realized she was standing there, terrified to answer the doorbell. Her crimson lips hardened my heart, and the contours of her body drove me crazy. I couldn't take my gaze away from her, and I couldn't take my thoughts away from her.
In any case, regardless of what she believes, I'm going to fuck her one day, whether she likes it or not.
The deeper you fall, the harder it will get. She has what it takes to fight for her love. He loves her more than anything else. Regardless of who they are in the society, they will stand for their love. Can they last after facing their future nemesis?
She is losing her senses. Falling for him is hard given that she is a nobody. He doesn’t look at her as something he can have a love interest with. But can she seduce the billionaire and make him fall in love?
She will fight for their love, regardless of her social status. She is poor, he is rich. He is a billionaire, she is a nobody. What can she do for love?
Looking out for him, taking care of him, and prioritizing him are her daily goals. She is like his slave, but little does she know that she started falling for him already. Can her love end up with something positive? Or it will end up with nothing?
How long she can tolerate all kind of abuse and harsh treatment from her own family. If writing will help her to ease all pain and save her from sadness, then why writing will also bring bad omen to her pitiful life. Can Adelrina resist it all, or she will embrace it all and let the faith do the rest. "I can't stay on this life anymore. I just want to end all of this sufferings. I am tired. Choke me, please?"
The deeper you fall, the harder it will get. She has what it takes to fight for her love. He loves her more than anything else. Regardless of who they are in the society, they will stand for their love. Can they last after facing their future nemesis?
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
In the eyes of the public, Elijah was ever the gentleman, always distant and reserved. But behind closed doors, he was an animal who relentlessly ensnared Ashley in a web of lust. No one knew of their secret relationship, yet at the same time, no one dared to bully her again. Then one day, she was hit with morning sickness right in front of everyone. To everyone’s shock, the aloof and domineering Elijah quickly knelt in front of her and caressed her pregnant belly. “Babe,” he crooned, “let’s go public with our relationship. I will give you my everything.”
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."