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Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

As I stood there, surrounded by the remnants of the past, I realized that I was no longer merely investigating an old asylum. I was unearthing the bones of a tragic story, a history soaked in blood and sorrow. And somehow, Nina was guiding me, her spectral fingers intertwining with my own as I danced on the edge of darkness. I could feel the pull, the promise of her seduction lingering just beyond my grasp. I wanted to know everything—her pain, her suffering, and the dark truths hidden in the shadows of the asylum. And as I closed the book, I knew there was no turning back.

All I had was a mysterious sense of calm. Perhaps his regret was real, but so what? I was no longer the wife he used to hide his true intentions, and I did not want to become his salvation after his regret. “Miss Dawn.” The regular customer called out to me again, waking me from my thoughts. I turned to see him standing next to my table. He was here again today, offering me an intricate leather-bound file. “...I won’t join you,” I declined coldly without even looking at the documents inside.

For a brief, indulgent moment, I let myself wonder what he’d look like draped in silks of my color, cinched at his waist and flaring towards his hips, his blonde hair falling in soft waves over the delicate arch of his neck. I shuddered out a breath. I was getting pheromone drunk and thinking crazy shit. Beneath me, Asai whimpered, pressing against my cock needily. “Please alpha,” he whined, “I need you…inside.” Who was I to deny such a request, spoken so sweetly? I positioned myself at his hole, and sunk into that familiar wet, tight, grip. We groaned at once, and he immediately trembled, his walls fluttering around me as he orgasmed on a loud moan.

People were starting to flock into the mall. We browsed at the bookstore, he was looking at the sports magazines while I checked out the new books display. I was lost again in Stephen King’s collection when I heard someone call out Lance’s name. “Hi, Lance!” I looked back and saw a very pretty, shapely, and tall girl wearing a sleeveless cotton top and shorts quickly approaching Lance. He looked a bit surprised, then smiled at her. I saw that they exchanged greetings and the girl said, “Gosh, it’s so nice to bump into you. I was asking Inna if she got hold of your number from Jon.” I became interested in this chance encounter so I went nearer to listen. This must be one of those girls from S

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

And it's all thanks to you all, my lovely readers. Anastasia is now completed and I can finally put my pen down with gratitude in my heart. It's obviously been an intense journey to pick up this book and continue on until the end. I did my utmost best to shape up the story into a beautiful one with the themes of mystery and steamy romance fully embedded.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* We are moving towards the end of the story. What next story would you like to read? Forced marriage or pregnancy or divorce. I have three plots in my mind right now. Also, thank you for reading this book. I really appreciate all of you.