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It was too much and it was the only size left in the world. “Fuck,” Ash whispered, actually shaken. “Feel that.” Rook made a sound I had not heard from him. His forehead hit the back of my neck. They were both inside me. Moving would be small. It was still everything. They stacked their rhythm. Short. Careful in the way predators are careful with something they don’t want to break because they mean to keep it. Every grind rubbed them against each other inside me. The twin-bond must have been screaming. I could smell it, rut and pine and me.

“Public obedience. You will stay quiet while I teach you how Victorian women really submitted. No screaming. No matter how hard I fuck you.” Lila’s hips rocked against his hand. “We can’t… not here. What if the guard comes? Professor, I’m serious this could ruin my entire future.” He pulled his fingers out and spun her around, bending her forward so her hands braced on a low shelf. Her short skirt flipped up, ass and pussy completely exposed between the books. “Read the title aloud,” he ordered, pointing to a dusty book right in front of her face. “‘The Secret Desires of a Young Ward’,” she whispered, voice trembling.

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

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.

After all, I saw it in her eyes. The last thing I noticed was the name of her book 'Power of the pussy'. I had heard people say that artists are always beautifully insane, and the most tattered and torn hearts created the best holistic works of art. That included writers. I wondered if Lydia was a writer and what could she have possibly gone through to be tattered and torn. I wanted to know what inspired her, what she loved, what ignited her passion. Since meeting her I could not stop thinking about her. Images of her tied to my four-poster bed invaded my mind on my way home. I thought of her full lips wrapped around a ball gag and her beautiful eyes looking up at me, dilated and desperate.

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The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

Naomi I couldn't breathe.His touch. His voice. The way he said my name like a warning—like a prayer laced with hunger. And God help me... the way I wanted more of it. I stepped out into the cool evening air, my coat pulled tight around me, my heart thundering beneath it. He said I should go. He always says that. But his hands tell a different story. His eyes too—wild with want, even when he tries to bury it beneath holy robes and that calm, careful voice.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist