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Loki, Jax, Kai, and Ash—four
To all the thirst traps on TikTok who give us authors daily inspiration, as well as wet knickers!
“Pain pays the income of each precious thing.”
Take care my little smut bunnies!
Well, this sucks hairy goat balls.
I might be new to this country, but fuck him and his misogynistic belief that just because I've got tits and a vag, I must be interested!
Highgate Preparatory Academy,
Wow. His mother clearly gave up on teaching him manners. Perhaps she left the nest he was born in when she saw his ugly maw. I mean, it’s not even a face a mother could love.
Crow the Cuntmuffin, as he shall forever be named,
This wanker and I are going to have a falling out soon. Fuck him and his opinions seven ways to Sunday.
Fucking Cockwomble.
He pauses outside a single, dark door, carved with some sort of biblical scene. I raise a brow at what I think is Lucifer being thrown out of heaven. That's...aspirational?
“Nice shower?” a deliciously deep voice asks.
holy Mary, mother of all things hotness!
Leaning against the doorframe with his muscular arms crossed over a simply glorious naked chest is the most exquisite specimen of the male species I have ever seen.
He’s staring at me with bright eyes full of mischief, and a smouldering smile on his full come-bite-me lips. And his ink. Oh, be still my fucking beating heart!
My gaze slips down to spy a nipple bar twinkling in the light, my hands twitching with the need to feel it under my fingertips.
On his right hip, just above the waistband of his low-slung grey sweats—which should be fucking illegal, by the way—is a bright red lipstick tattoo. I can feel my core tingle at the sheer arrogance of that one.
Yep. I’m still naked. In front of a hot as fucking sin stranger. Cue facepalm.
Grabbing a towel from the rack behind me, he starts to dry me off with slow teasing strokes that send my pulse rocketing to new heights. I’m still unable to move so much as an inch, as this angel of a boy dries my arms one at a time, then my collarbone. He skims the towel over each breast, and I inhale sharply, filling my nose with his mouth-watering vanilla cookie scent, reminding me of the shower gel that I just used.
Instead of passing me the towel, which he really should have done from the beginning, he drops to his fucking knees in front of me, making my stomach flutter and my body feel overheated enough to combust.
Jesus! What on earth is happening? He's a complete fucking strang...
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A low growl escapes him, and my breath hitches as I swear I can feel my core dripping, my pussy pulsing at the animalistic sound.
“Nice ink,” he whispers, his hand trailing along my right side where I have a watercolour galaxy tattoo.
God smite me the fuck now and save me from myself. Real fucking smooth, Lilly. Jesus.
Surely I can’t have been put in a dorm with all guys...can I?
Fucking cuntflap Uber driver.
Sweet baby Jesus. Where do guys like this even come from?
Holy fuck with a waffle on top!
I bet he could pin me down real good.
He has some sort of black tribal tattoo sleeve down one arm and spilling across one pec,
I can see from his long black shorts that the opposite leg also has a similar design wrapped round it.
Overall, he gives the impression of a viking warrior, ready to set sail and pillage new lands, shed ...
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To his right and standing a little ahead of the others is what can only be described as Lucifer himself.
His hair is so black, it's as if a moonless night has descended, kissing his head. It's neat and slicked back from his face,
My gaze follows it as the tattoos swirl and eddie down his arms like patterned sleeves, right over the backs of his hands. The pictures spread up his neck right to his jawline in a repeated geometric pattern,
Ahem! Head out of the gutter, Lilly!
It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for, right?
What the ever loving fuck?
Fucking twatwaffle.
Serves you right, smeghead!
“Asher. Asher Vanderbilt,”
“Kai Matthews,”
“Jax Griffiths,”
My god, that man could make a fortune in the phone sex industry.
Oh, hell's bells. There’s a dimple.
“And I’m,” the fallen angel steps forward, arms wide like a showman, a gleam in his eye and a playful smile on his lips, “your next orgasm,” and then he fucking bows.
It’s so ridiculous that a delighted laugh escapes me, my hand coming up to cover my mouth, and causing said angel to raise his...
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Ugh, I bet he’s fucking mind blowing in bed. Wait, what?! Always gotta lower the tone, Lilly!
Why are the pretty ones always such arseholes? Because you know they hold you down in all the right ways and make you come the hardest. My mind argues smugly. Bitch.
