{"id":253563,"date":"2026-07-13T02:53:56","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:53:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bad-siren-janae-cantrell\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:53:56","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:53:56","slug":"bad-siren-janae-cantrell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bad-siren-janae-cantrell\/","title":{"rendered":"Bad Siren – Janae Cantrell"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Her hands stay on my shoulders as I drop to my knees and bury my head under the soft blue fabric. So warm, so wet, so delicious. I kiss her inner thighs, letting my stubble tickle her skin and leave goosebumps behind. She doesn\u2019t say anything when I push the dark lace thong aside and kiss the wet, swollen skin around her cunt. Not much light makes it through the fabric, but I can feel her with my mouth well enough to make a detailed map.<\/p>\n

When I lick up her wet slit, savoring the slight tang and the saltiness of her arousal, Elora\u2019s nails dig into my shoulders and she whines through a long exhale. No words pass between us while I devour my siren with my lips and tongue, dragging over her clit until her legs shake around me and she grabs the back of my head, still tucked up under the skirt of her dress.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s less intimate this way, with the fabric hiding my worship of this perfect cunt. But I know she prefers it like this. Prefers at least a sense that this is just a simple fuck. A quick orgasm with no actual feelings attached. But it doesn\u2019t stop me in the slightest from dragging her through a trembling orgasm and holding her in a state of tight climax where her muscular thighs clamp around my head.<\/p>\n

When her moans finally subside, and her thighs let me free of the most rewarding prison, I stop kissing every nook and cranny between her legs and get to my feet. The sight before me should be a coveted painting in a famous museum. Elora\u2019s cheeks are flushed green, her lips are swollen and parted with shallow breath, her chest rises and falls, sweat glows on her skin.<\/p>\n

And her eyes are closed as she leans back against the mirror. I stare in awe for a few solid seconds before her eyes blink open. The corners of her mouth twitch playfully. \u201cDon\u2019t you know what no means?\u201d<\/p>\n

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. ISBN-13: 9798856244556 Cover design by: Janae Cantrell Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309 Printed in the United States of America 1kitap1.com\/en This book is dedicated to anyone who enjoys orgasms and isn’t afraid to say it.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS Title Page Copyright Dedication Content Warning Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Acknowledgement About The Author Books In This Series 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENT WARNING Familial death due to drug use Threats of violence Abusive ex-partners Siren powers (mind manipulation) Near-drowning experience Alcohol consumption Consensual non-consent Incest roleplay Pegging Voyerism Virgin roleplay Somnophilia 1kitap1.com\/en PROLOGUE Reece The elephant in the room is staring me in the face.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t acknowledge it. Every time I try, my throat closes and my mouth goes dry. The elephant is in the shape of the most beautiful person I\u2019ve ever laid eyes on in all my eighteen years. Elora\u2019s ice-blue eyes are round and glossy with unfallen tears. A frown pulls at her plump lips that I\u2019ve spent so much time kissing. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my shoulders hunch forward in defeat.<\/p>\n

My gaze drifts to the scene behind my siren girlfriend. She\u2019s never let me inside her home. I don\u2019t even know what her bedroom looks like. The tiny house has a bit of tarp held down by bricks on the roof, the screen door no longer has any screen, and the whole thing desperately needs a paint job.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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