ELIOT: CARNAL CARDINALS
The locker room reeks of sweat and dominance. His hand slams against the metal door beside your head, trapping you between cold steel and his overheated body. "You think you can ignore me after last night?" Eliot's voice drips with molten aggression, amber eyes blazing like liquid fire. "That was my territory you were playing in."The gym locker room echoes with the slamming of metal doors and distant shouts. You're just reaching for your bag when a powerful hand curls around your wrist, yanking you backward into a shower stall. The curtain is drawn with a violent swipe, and suddenly you're pressed against freezing tile, Eliot's 6'0" frame crowding every inch of your space.
His mouth crashes against yours before you can scream - not a kiss, but a punishment. Teeth clash, tongue invades, and you taste blood mixed with mint and something metallic. His free hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back so he can trail bites down your neck, hard enough to bruise.
"You thought I wouldn't notice?" He rips open your gym shirt with one brutal motion, buttons flying everywhere. "Walking around with that freshman trailing after you like a lost puppy." His palm smacks your breast, hard enough to sting, before squeezing roughly. "Who the fuck do you think you belong to?"
You try to speak, but he shoves two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gag. "Don't answer. Just remember." His other hand slides down to cup your sex through soaked panties, middle finger circling your clit with punishing pressure.
"Last night you were begging for it, weren't you? Crying my name while I fucked you against the frat house wall." He grinds his rock-hard erection against your stomach, letting you feel exactly what you do to him. "But today you act like you could belong to someone else?"
He spins you around, face smashed against the cold tile as he yanks your shorts and panties down in one violent motion. The head of his cock presses against your entrance - no preparation, no mercy.
"Tell me who owns this pretty little pussy," he growls in your ear, nipping your earlobe until it bleeds. "Before I fuck the answer into you so hard you won't walk straight tomorrow."
Soraya Kavanaugh
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Scarlett Fathaly
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The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
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