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The library closed at ten, but the back stacks never really slept. Fluorescent lights dimmed to a faint hum, the air thick with the smell of old paper and dust. Bria slipped through the service door at 10:17, heart racing like it had every night since office hours. She’d worn the navy sundress again—the one with thin straps and a hem that barely skimmed mid-thigh—because she knew he liked how easy it was to push up. He was already there.

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Emma should say no. Should tell him to leave. Should honor her marriage vows made mere hours ago. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But she'd been lying to herself for too long. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I want you," she breathed. "God help me, I want you." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Then you can have me," Richard growled, and his mouth crashed against hers *** _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I slowly removed my hand, trying to change the subject. “Fancy!” He smiled. “I come here just about every Saturday. Especially if I’ve been working late.” “Alone?” I asked before I could stop myself. He leaned back in his chair. “That’s not the question you want to ask.” I felt caught in a lie. “What are you talking about?” “You want to know how many women I bring to my standing reservation at Marion’s. The answer is none that matter. Until now.” I stammered.

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Ash pulled the blanket up like a cabin could become a den if you piled enough bodies in it. I lay between them, throat stinging, hole fluttering around nothing and still feeling too much. Outside, the woods went on not caring. A crow yelled. Wind moved the pines. The road I had been on was still out there, somewhere past their dirt, and it did not have me on it. Inside, the count was dead. Two claims. One omega who had walked a border after dark and would not walk it unmated again. I put my fingers to the right bite, then the left. Blood already tacky. Mine. Theirs. The same fact told twice.

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Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

“Let’s hope nobody heard you begging for it.” Elijah was... Everything. But we broke up a year later when I had to leave. Since I've told you all this gory, beautiful stories about myself and it is time to finally close the curtains. I'm sad to go. Trust me, I am, but it's been fun sharing my deepest, sexiest secrets with you. I guess we might just call this entire book "the diary of a slut"