"You can take my body by force, Aron Fringe, but you'll never be able to gain my soul." "I'm not interested in your soul. Miss Grace, please slake my lustful appetite." He tied a rope around my hands and feet and sealed my lips with his before I could attempt to stop him. Words like "love" and "emotions" don't make any sense to him, and he has only one strong feeling in his life: lust. This is the first thing that 28-year-old billionaire Aron Fringe thinks of whenever he lays eyes on a woman anywhere in the world. When he's not busy overseeing a multibillion-dollar company, he enjoys indulging his libidinal desires. After reading the articles in the 18+ magazine, he gets so enamored with the author that his world comes to a complete stop. As a result, he finds it difficult to quench his thirst for other women. He thinks his life will be perfect if he can just track down the magazine's mystery author and try out the fantastical experience he read about, but then he meets Sara Grace. How emotionally Sara and sex offender Aron Fring will interact? Will Aron and Sara fall in love, leading Aron to see that there are other emotions outside lust, or will Sara develop a sex addiction similar to Aron Fringe? Find out who will prevail in this conflict between love and lust by immersing yourself in the story.
View More"Sara's point of view,""Sara, good morning." Upon opening my eyes, I noticed his wide smile. What's wrong with him? Why does he look so happy in the morning? I glanced at him, incredulous. His feet were warm against my thigh. I felt his hand on my waist. What is happening? Where are my clothes? According to my memory, I wore beer pajamas. No, don't tell me he ripped my pajamas too. I looked down to see. Red lingerie?Seeing myself in a red bra and panties made my face flush. How can I sleep with him in only this? What happened between us last night? I tried to remember. How could I have done this? What will he think of me now? "Can we do it again, Sara?" The look on his cheeky face tells me he's mocking me about last night. "Don't think about it." Before he could reach for my vagina, I held his hand in the air. "Don't forget that you made me kiss your pussy last night," he spoke softly in my ear. Why can't I keep myself in check? I've got to put up with this monste
"Aron's point of view,""Aron, you did very wrong with me. Why did you make me drink whisky? Now I can't control myself."She put her lips on mine in a whisper. "That's what I want, Sara. I want to make you lose control."I squeezed her neck and gave her a tender kiss to stop her crying. Even though she told me she enjoyed my tender touch, her passionate kiss caught me off guard. What had suddenly happened to her? I had the impression that she was controlling me throughout this kiss. She was passionately embracing my lips as if this kiss were vital to her very existence. I was preoccupied with her kiss and failed to notice that she had unbuttoned my shirt. Her fingers ran over my torso, causing electricity to surge through my body. I had planned to fuck her in the playroom, but when I saw her inebriated, I dropped the plan. She repeatedly sobbed in front of me and begged me to release her. Something prickled in my chest today, though, as I saw her eyes well up with tears. Her p
"Sara's point of view,""What happened to you, Sara?"He looked at me, removing my palm from my face. "I don't want to talk to you."Fleeing to the restroom, I yanked his hand. I have no idea why, but I felt like crying uncontrollably. It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to hold back my tears, but I'm afraid he'll tease me if I do. Before now, I had never tasted or even sipped whisky. He made me gulp down the whisky, even though I wanted to say no to him. In reality, it tastes bitter. I drank whisky, and now my head is spinning. Now I want to throw up. "Why are you crying?" He followed me into the restroom. "My dad mistreated me horribly. You know, when I was a child, he abandoned me and my mother."I wanted to kick him out of the restroom because I didn't want to show him my vulnerable side, and I wanted to vomit peacefully, but I struggled to maintain my body weight. I felt secure in his arms as he led me to the sink. Closing my eyes, I threw up the entire whisky. His
"Aron's point of view,"Oh, this woman. I'm not sure what spell she cast on me that I can't break free from her thoughts. I have no idea how much time I spent conversing with her. Our phone conversation entertained me so much that I completely forgot I was in my office and had work to do. I checked the duration of the call by looking at my phone. Oh my god, I spoke with her for three hours. How could this even be possible? I haven't talked to anyone over the phone for a long time. For a whole three hours, I skipped out on any kind of business meeting. A grin appeared on my face as I recalled our talk. Every time I broached the topic of sex with her, she always responded with a shocked expression. Since I've already fucked her many times, there is nothing new between us, so I don't understand why she still acts so shy around me. No matter how long we talk, I never get tired of hearing her hilarious stories. Sara is different from other women in that she piques my interest beyond
"Sara's point of view,""I think those clothes will be perfect for you, Miss Grace."He was laughing over the phone. How could he possibly give me this type of dress? Does he see a bear in me? I took a deep breath out to try to calm down, but when I saw the bear dress in front of me, I lost control of my rage. What does he think of himself? "Alright, I got you another package with a different dress in it, so if you're not satisfied with this one, you can just look at the other one." To find out what was inside the second box, I opened it. "Aron, how dare you?" I peered at the panty and red-laced bra. My face heated as I imagined myself in seductive lingerie. Looking back on the time when his piercing stare made my stomach turn with nerves. "So, Miss Grace, do you like this dress, haha?" As if he were watching me from concealed cameras, I covered my face with my palm to conceal the flush that came with seeing that lingerie. "Shy woman." He grinned over the phone. "Aron, I don
"Aron's point of view,"The sight of her stunning beauty greeted me the following morning when I woke up. How soundly she is dozing off! My junior is eager to reacquaint herself with the sensation of her tight pussy, but I avoided disturbing her sound sleep by quietly emerging from her bed. As I stood under the shower, a smile crept onto my lips as I recalled her amusing remarks from last night. She is a very humorous woman. Her sexual humor is hilarious. I've never seen such a humorous woman in my life. I've had a lot of sexual relationships in the past, but the women were never concerned about my tasteless fluids because they were too preoccupied with gratifying their lust. My junior was eager to feel her tongue, but after observing her condition, I restrained myself. I've never been able to restrain my desires, so I'm not sure why I'm worried about Sara. Maybe it's because my junior is so dependent on her pussy that I don't want to go against her will, but when she refused to c
"Sara's point of view,""What are you doing in the restroom for such a long time, Miss Grace?" He knocked on the bathroom door. Due to my vomiting, I was unable to respond to him. After all, it is entirely my fault that I need to ask him to teach me about blow jobs. For some reason, I started talking to him as if he were my best friend, even though I wanted to shout at him and be angry at my fate for ending up in this loveless marriage. It's very interesting to talk to him about sex. Since no one had ever explained anything about sex to me as creatively as he had, I believe he completed his master's degree in sex education. In my writings, I've always made an effort to create incredibly realistic characters and events so that readers can easily relate to my main characters. I'd love to try writing about blow jobs in my chapters, as I have never done it before. On the condition that I consented to give him a blow job, he offered to teach me how to do it. I have no choice but to a
"Aron's point of view,""Are you serious, Aron? Are you hoping that I will kiss your dick?" She gave me a perplexed expression. "Yes, why are you staring at me with such wonder? You didn't have to give me your one kidney."She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and I could not help but smile. "No, I can't do this."She shook her head. I want to feel her soft lips on my dick because my junior gets so excited when she touches it, but it seems like she isn't interested in touching it based on the way she stares at it. She felt the vibrations and took her hand off my dick instantly. Why didn't she just go for my dick by herself? I seized her hand and pressed it against my genitalia after my junior was aroused and refused to release her touch. When I gripped her hand firmly, she nuzzled my member. I experienced an odd sense of fulfillment when she touched my dick. My dick and body did not vibrate easily; they did so only when I was extremely excited. But why does my dick find Sara
"Sara's point of view,""Your pussy grows even tighter in sickness, Miss Grace."He spoke to me in a hushed, alluring tone. His attention was once more diverted from my sobs, as he was preoccupied with fucking me. Why am I crying over my fate when I am the only one who chose this life for myself? I imagined myself as a prostitute whose sole purpose is to fulfill the desires of her clients. The only thing that separates me from professional prostitutes is that, according to our agreement, I have to satisfy a billionaire CEO, Mr. Aaron Finge, several times in a single day, whereas they have to satisfy multiple clients in a single day. He merely got married to me to satisfy his lust. I have no choice but to indulge his lust by submerging myself beneath him like a lifeless body. Aron Finge treated my body with the same lack of kindness and affection that the customer did for those prostitutes. How come he doesn't realize that I have emotions, too? I'm not a sex machine. He would alway
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