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Ten days ago, I walked in on my fiancé—now ex-fiancé—balls deep in some leggy blonde as he bent her over the kitchen counter.
Wow, I didn’t realize you could confuse watching his cock slide in and out of another woman. This one almost makes me chuckle.
Damon Salvatore’s deep voice booms through my room from the small flatscreen plonked on my dresser. Don’t we all secretly love a bad boy?
I’ll never have to fake an orgasm with him again.
After I asked him to grab my throat, he stopped and looked at me like I had two heads. It’s safe to say I never bothered asking him for anything else again, sexually speaking.
Boy, did I fantasize about finding a ...
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I don’t crave sweet affection; I never really got so much as a hug from my mom on my birthday. I crave the feeling of being claimed, owned, and used.
I’ve read my fair share of romance novels. But not the sweet swoony type, with a perfect happily ever after. I read the darkest of the dark. You know, the kind with half the book smothered in dirty, kinky smut, where her alpha-hole lover sends her the enemy’s hand in a parcel. Maybe I’m getting this whole romance thing wrong.
“What is wrong with me? Why don’t I deserve to be loved?”
I definitely don’t have the height or the long legs for days, unlike Maddie. What I do have is a mighty fine ass and a good pair of tits to flaunt.
Realization dawns on me and I am 99.9 percent certain I am grabbing a rock-hard penis, a fucking massive one at that.
He is the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on. His presence seeps power and danger, but that just entices me more. A god in his own way, even as he sits with his ankle resting on his knee, sprawled out in the booth with his tattooed hand bringing the scotch up to his lips, the man oozes sex, and not the vanilla type. The kinkiest, dirtiest you can imagine. His deep, gravelly voice is so fucking hot, and the thought of him commanding me in the bedroom makes my pussy pulse. Now that’s a man who knows what he’s doing. I would bet everything on that.
“Don’t ever compare me to that prick again. I would never cause you pain.” Then raising an eyebrow, he adds with a lopsided grin, “That you didn’t ask for.”
Every night, I had to use my purple friend to find some sort of relief.
Always the overthinker. Sometimes I wish I could just shut my brain off for five minutes.
I’m not a religious man, but watch me drop to my knees and pray for this.
does Keller know what he’s doing. Boxers know how to go the full twelve rounds, that’s for sure.
The unmistakable smell of gasoline suddenly grabs my attention. “Keller, why do you smell like gasoline?” I stop pumping his cock as I wait for him to respond, and annoyance flickers across his features. “I torched your ex’s car on my way here.” He states it matter-of-factly with a shrug,
“Sienna, I warned you the first time we met. I’m not a good man. There is darkness in me. Now that darkness is there to protect you. I won’t ever apologize for doing something to protect you. I can’t lose you, and I sure as shit won’t let anyone threaten you. I’ll set the world on fire to protect you, and I won’t ever let a single flame touch your beautiful skin.”
If someone told me I’d be declaring my undying love to a British bombshell a year ago, I would have laughed in their face.
