Destiny's Desire

By Pornelope

Destiny has every reason to hate men—her mother is the infamous pornstar Serena Siren, and she despises every part of her mother's flamboyant lifestyle. But all that changes when a gorgeous injured man stumbles on her remote cabin in the middle of a violent storm, and Destiny must care for him. Passion flares between them, and intrigue crumbles her resistance when she catches him masturbating. Now she's determined to learn the truth about sex, starting with a hot anal reaming that will rock her entire world!

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She’d heard him come upstairs, and had breathlessly waited for him to knock on her door. Would she open it, and let him be the first man ever to venture inside her safe haven? Or would she ignore him, and have the petty satisfaction of knowing she’d annoyed him?

He hadn’t knocked. Instead, he’d waited a moment, then headed back downstairs.

She was panting, she realized, and made a valiant effort to slow her breathing.

She wouldn’t let him touch her, of course. He was a hated man, and hadn’t she sworn years ago never to let a hated man near her?

But he had been near her...intimately near...only a few short hours ago. And her hand still tingled where that hot shaft had burned into it, and pulsed against her fingers like a beating heart. So did her stomach where it had thrust so energetically. And inside...

She was a mess, she decided. And the only way to settle things was to talk them out logically. If Valen tried to cozy up to her again, she’d just explain, calmly and dispassionately, why she would never allow a man to touch her.

And that would be that.

Then she’d crept out of her room, and seen him sprawled on the mattress, vigorously stroking himself. She’d been so stunned, she hadn’t been able to make a sound. She’d only stared like a witless fool as his husky groans had echoed through the cabin, and his lean hips had arched faster and faster, like he was thrusting vigorously into an invisible body above him. Then he’d cried out in ecstatic release, and the shock of it had nearly made her faint on the spot.

She still felt dizzy, and the liquid heat in her belly was flowing through her veins like molten lava. The room felt blazing hot, and that stranger in the mirror was licking dry lips, and moaning a little with frustrated longing.

Why had she changed into a sheer nightgown? Her plush wrapper was warm, but it would be no defense against a man’s eager hands.

Why was she longing for Valen, anyway? A man was repulsive. A man’s touch was repulsive.

Wasn’t it?

But Valen’s touch hadn’t been, she recalled. He’d grabbed her wrists and held her immobile with effortless strength while his muscular body had pressed intimately against hers. His heat had burned into right through her clothes. His...

Her cheeks burned as her mind shied away from the risque word, and the vivid mental image it provoked.

His hardness, she amended, had seared into her delicate skin like a flaming brand. She could still feel the imprint of it against her quivering stomach.

She didn’t want to feel that again; of course she didn’t.

So why was her heart pounding like a kettledrum?

The doorknob turned under her hand. She didn’t remember touching it, but the door was standing open. She listened carefully. The cabin was silent except for the homey cracking of flames, and the shrill howl of wind outside.

Cautiously she eased through the doorway, and peered downstairs. The darkened living room was bathed in golden firelight. Valen was sprawled across the mattress. The silky sheet barely covered his waist; his bronzed chest gleamed like polished wood as the dappled light flickered over him.

Her mouth went dry.

Of their own volition, her feet inched forward. She could barely even hear the cracking flames over the pounding in her own ears. One step, two...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: May 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370580682

Pornelope

Remember the old Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books? Everyone thought they were written by Carolyn Keene and Franklin W. Dixon...but they weren’t. Over a dozen different authors contributed ideas and used those two author names, no matter which one of them actually wrote the book.That’s who Pornelope really is: a group of close friends all collaborating on stories and sharing the same author name. Why? Because collaborating makes our stories spicier and more interesting...and brainstorming and working together is fun!You may notice some differences in writing styles or word choices, but one thing will always remain the same:Pornelope offers well-written high quality erotica that’s sure to rev your engine!

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Destiny’s Desire

by Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2017 Pornelope

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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Destiny hated sex.

She hated men, too.

How could anyone really blame her, though…all things considered?

‘All things considered’ covered a whole multitude of sins, she thought with a wry grimace as she fed another big log into her rustic stone fireplace, and listened to the wind howl outside her cozy log cabin. And most of those sins involved her estranged mother.

She’d done her best to divorce herself from world-famous Serena Siren, and every part of the bawdy lifestyle her pornstar mother adored. They hadn’t spoken once in nearly three years, and that was just how Destiny intended her life to continue. She wanted nothing to do with Serena or the fawning droves of panting men who lusted after her.

It hadn’t always been that way, of course. Twenty years ago, gorgeous young Agnes Burmeister had taken the world by storm by snatching the coveted Miss America title from the favored contender. Multi-billionaire Daniel Fairfax hadn’t been the only man to relentlessly pursue her, but his money and charm had tipped the balance. They’d been married three months later…and Destiny had been born the following spring.

Daniel had been enthralled with his infant daughter; only the best would do for his precious golden-haired cherub. He’d set up a staggering trust fund on her first birthday, and provided her with anything her tiny heart could desire. Agnes, the uncharitable liked to whisper, had been all but forgotten.

His tragic death in a hit-and-run accident two years later had struck a disastrous blow to the financial community. Agnes had grieved in public, but privately she’d been relieved. She was a social butterfly who’d felt stifled by marriage, pregnancy, and then the demands of raising a healthy, energetic daughter.

Within a month, she’d happily flung herself back into the glittering social whirl, leaving Destiny in the care of a devoted nanny.

One thing had led to another, and before long she’d stunned the world again by becoming Serena Siren, the highest-paid pornstar in all history. Daniel’s vast estate had been converted into a hedonistic palace and recording studio where anything could happen…and frequently did.

Teanna had tried to shield Destiny from her mother’s flamboyant lifestyle, but even moving into a small cottage at the far end of the estate had only helped so much. Nightly drunken orgies were the norm, and poor little Destiny had been an unwilling witness to more debauchery than most adults would ever see.

It had all come to a head on the night of her fifteenth birthday. One of Serena’s producers had drunkenly stumbled on the cottage where Teanna and Destiny were sharing a quiet dinner, and had decided Serena’s little golden angel must be his next great superstar. She’d managed to fend off his clumsy attack, and Teanna had bashed him over the head with a lamp. Terrified rage had given them the strength to drag him back to the main house, where Serena had screamed obscenities at her for daring to injure her most important guest.

Destiny and Teanna had fled that night, and never looked back. Serena knew where they were, of course; Daniel’s remote mountain cabin had always been her favorite holiday retreat. But she had no more interest in her daughter than in last week’s trash, so Destiny had been able to build a new life for herself in peaceful solitude.

Teanna had stayed with her for the first two years, but lately she’d begun traveling every few months. Before long, Destiny knew, she’d be gone for good, and would only return occasionally for a brief visit. That was okay; she was