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Small town, small church. I crossed my legs, feeling the slickness between my thighs grow. “It’s not just the sex. It’s the way I want it rough and dirty, like I need someone to take control because my life is spinning all over the place. Last weekend I let this guy bend me over his car in the parking lot behind the bar. Skirt up, no condom even. I came so hard I couldn’t walk straight after, but then I cried the whole drive home.”

“Fuck—” He didn't answer. He was too busy, his tongue curling inside me, lapping at the cum that still seeped from my core. I felt his nose press against my clit, his stubble scraping my inner thigh, his hands gripping my ass to pull me closer. He ate me like I was a meal he'd been waiting for, like the taste of another man's release was an appetiser, not an insult. “You taste like sin,” he murmured against my flesh, his breath hot and wet. “Like you've been bad, and you're not done being bad.”

It was raw, carnal, and intoxicatingly beautiful. "Addy, I love what you've done with the place," I breathed, feeling my own blood start to hum. The last time I was here, it was just a regular spa with private massages. "Thanks. Now come," Addy smirked, pulling me toward a private suite. "I have someone special to give you the works, and his name is Bick, short for Big Dick." "Addy!" I gasped, blushing furiously.

She inhaled a sharp breath and said, “I want your mouth.” My chest swelled with satisfaction, and I made the first lick, the taste a mixture of sweet, tangy and spicy. If I had known how fucking delicious she tasted, I would’ve taken her long ago. I purred at the back of my throat and licked her folds again, moving all the way to her clit. “God, yes,” she cried out, her hands shooting out to clutch the top of my head. This was exactly what I had been waiting for. “I’m not going anywhere, cara mia... until I make you come.” I smiled against her sex.

I laughed so hard the composure I was building – of a high class woman – chartered, throwing back to Adele Ford, the simple resort owner surrounded by lovers of croissants, plus a dark erotic novel lover. I missed those days. God, I couldn't wait for this ‘honeymoon’ phase to be over so I could return to Greenville. “Hey, don't come back here empty handed. Buy as many spicy, dark, hot male lead novels as much as the capital’s bookshops hold! Also, I want spicy gist too. Create as much drama as your thick skin allows! Don't let those rich motherfuckers walk all over you, you're bigger than them now, squash them under your heels if you must!”

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.

But Adrian… God, Adrian was pure temptation. He was twenty-one, a senior literature major — tall, athletic, with messy dark hair, sharp green eyes, and a quiet intensity that made my thighs clench every time he looked at me over the top of his laptop. For weeks he’d lingered at the front desk after closing, asking for book recommendations, his gaze dropping to my lips, my breasts, the way my skirt hugged my hips. The tension had been building in small, dangerous doses — his fingers brushing mine when I handed him books, the way he’d lean over the counter so close I could smell his cologne, the late-night texts about “research” that slowly turned flirtatious.

Your support have kept me going through this massive writing journey. But hold onto your seats, because the ultimate heat is just getting started! Get ready, because the upcoming bonus chapters are going to break all boundaries. We are diving into a series of highly intense, deeply obsessive, and completely explicit, super spicy scenes (18+) between Cassian and Adrian that will leave you breathless! A Small Heart-to-Heart Request: As an author, writing a book takes an immense amount of dedication and hard work. Right now, I am just a few steps away from reaching my official Author Milestone Goal on GoodNovel.

Original Author ANAMIKA ANA has made this tiny change to cooperate with goodnovel. Author’s note: Hello dear readers! Thanks for reading my book. This story originates from my imagination only and doesn't represent any person or places. If you are a fan of spicy protagonists alongside some action and drama this book may match your taste. Warning: The later chapters in this book have strong mature content. Please read at your own risk.

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”