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Tying the silk scarf behind my head, Herman pushes me down into the bed. For some reason the smell of his cologne smelled stronger, and I could hear the sound of his breathing above me.

“Herman…” My voice came out thin.

“I’m here," he says in a hoarse voice as he traces the edge of the scarf from my temple down to my cheek. “If it gets too much, she can say stop, do you understand? Anytime.”

I nodded.

“Use your words, please, Engel," he whispers in my ear, making my body tingle.

"Yes… I underst
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  • Filthy Letters To The Stranger   The Morning After

    I woke up to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and the scent of Herman's cologne lingering on the pillow beside me.For a moment, I didn't move, lying there with my eyes closed; I breathed him in. The silk sheets were soft against my bare skin, and my body ached in places I didn't know could ache.The soreness between my thighs that ached with every little movement I made was a constant reminder of what had happened the night before.I stretched my hand across the sheets, reaching for him, my eyes still closed, searching for the warmth of his body.Last night he'd held me so tightly I could barely breathe, his arm draped over my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck.He'd whispered things in the dark, things that made my heart race and my cheeks burn.But instead of his warm body, my hand held nothing but cold fabric.My eyes flew open. The space beside me was empty. The sheets were smooth and untouched, as if no one had ever been there at all.I sat up

  • Filthy Letters To The Stranger   Blindfolded

    Tying the silk scarf behind my head, Herman pushes me down into the bed. For some reason the smell of his cologne smelled stronger, and I could hear the sound of his breathing above me.“Herman…” My voice came out thin.“I’m here," he says in a hoarse voice as he traces the edge of the scarf from my temple down to my cheek. “If it gets too much, she can say stop, do you understand? Anytime.”I nodded.“Use your words, please, Engel," he whispers in my ear, making my body tingle."Yes… I understand.”His mouth brushed the corner of mine, and then he pulled away. I heard the rustling of clothes before he came up against me.He lifted my foot, kissing them slowly. "Herman…" I breathe. "What…what are you doing?"He doesn't stop. "Just trust me, okay?”So I swallowed my words and let him continue, his lips close around my big toe as he sucked in it hard."Herman…" I whispered his name as a tingling sensation travelled down my core. I immediately tried to pull my foot back, but he held firm

  • Filthy Letters To The Stranger   The Snake's Gambit

    Noah's POV"Ahhhh!" I screamed, shoving everything off the table in my study.Papers flew everywhere; the crystal decanter filled with 1990 Château Pétrus shattered against the wall with a loud crash, but I didn't care.My laptop crashed to the floor, the screen cracking, but none of it mattered. Nothing could erase the image of Lanarai in the arms of Herman Liechenberg as he carried her out like he owned her."How dare he?" I paced the room, my hands shaking with rage. "He thinks he can just come and take her? She wouldn't be with him willingly. She couldn't be. He must have forced her. He must have…. "I grabbed my phone, fingers trembling as I dialed the only person I could talk to about this."Marcus." I almost yelled as soon as he picked up. "Marcus, you won't believe what happened.""Slow down, Noah." Marcus's voice came through the speaker, calm and measured as always. Marcus Chen and I go way back to my law school days. We've been thieves, and he was the only person who knew m

  • Filthy Letters To The Stranger   The Letter Comes Alive

    Herman's POV"Mhmmmm." She kept tapping my chest to make me stop, but instead I pulled her tighter against me, kissing her deeper.I couldn't get enough of her. The taste of her lips, the soft little sounds she made that went straight to my cock. The way her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.Every letter I'd read, every fantasy I'd imagined under the cover of darkness, every night I'd stroked myself to the thought of her—none of it compared to having her here in my arms."We are here, sir," the driver said, his voice cutting through the haze.Only then did I break the kiss.Looking down at her in the dim light, I'd never seen anyone so beautiful. Her lips were swollen, kiss-bruised, and glistening. Her breaths came in uneven little gasps."You're so fucking beautiful, Engel," I mumbled, straightening her dress even though all I wanted to do was tear it off her right there in the backseat, driver be damned.Without another word, I stepped out of the car, walking around to

  • Filthy Letters To The Stranger   Please Me

    Noah's words replayed on a vicious loop inside my head."I had to make decisions for my future."I couldn't breathe.The cold night air hit my face but did nothing to cool the fire burning in my chest.I was a decision. An option. Something to be weighed and measured, then discarded when something better came along.I didn't realize I was crying until Herman wiped the tears off my face with the back of his hand.His touch was surprisingly gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the violence I'd witnessed from him hours before."Don't," he said in a low voice. "Don't you dare cry for another man in front of me. I'm the only one allowed to make you cry."I chuckled despite myself, a broken, hollow sound that escaped before I could stop it.I looked up at him, this stranger who had burned down the world just to keep me safe.A small smile tugging at my lips."Take me home, please."Herman's eyes searched mine, dark and unreadable. "Which home, Engel? Where would that be? Back to the e

  • Filthy Letters To The Stranger   The Shadow of Frankfurt

    The Shadow of FrankfurtThe grand ballroom of the Grand Kaiser Hotel was an extravagant display of wealth and shadow. Crystal chandeliers cascaded from gold-leaf ceilings, casting fractured light across dark velvet drapes, champagne pyramids, and men in tailored suits whose smiles never reached their eyes.To the rest of Frankfurt’s elite, it was an annual celebration of high society. To me, it felt like nothing more than a polished, gilded cage.Herman’s hand rested heavily on the curve of my waist. His touch was firm, possessive, and warm through the thin silk of the emerald dress he had picked out for me. Every time I shifted, the fabric brushed against my bare skin, bringing back unwanted, intoxicating rushes of memory, the heat of the bath, the steam rising around us, and the shameless way I had let a stranger unravel me in his arms."You are tense, *Mein Engel*," Herman murmured, leaning down so his lips brushed the shell of my ear. His deep voice sent a shiver straight down my

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