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I bought so many books that I had to build a mini-library in the shop, and that's when Henry began to read them as well. But there was one thing I noticed about the books he was reading. It was always those "abandoned by the woman he loves, so the male lead gets revenge by getting stronger," type. People, in my opinion, read novels that describe a tale that is similar yet wildly different from their own. People who want to fall in love read romance novels, while those who want to be adventurous read adventure tag books. So I had a feeling. "Say, Henry, have you been rejected by your crush or something?" As soon as I asked, Henry had the book in his hands.

He was shy, always hiding behind glasses and a book, his lean frame swallowed by oversized hoodies. But there was something about the way his hazel eyes darted away when I caught him staring, the faint flush on his cheeks when I'd tease him about his comic book obsession. It drove me wild. I wanted to unravel him, taste him, do every filthy thing my mind conjured up when I jerked off thinking about him. I spotted him near the edge of the firelight, standing awkwardly with a cup in his hand, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he talked to Jessica.

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When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Tall, curly brown hair, broad-shouldered, with a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds, abs carved by Greek gods, and a smile that could light up the whole damn campus. Kendall was the kind of guy people noticed the second he walked into a room. He carried himself like he belonged everywhere—he was that popular kid, the type who'd chug a pack of beers shirtless, the type who'd shoot a hoop with one hand like it was the easiest thing in the world. The type of guy every girl wanted to fuck. Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him.

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

Because best believe the best part of my works isn’t just the storylines, it’s the sex, the possessive and obsessive traits of my male leads. Grunting I chew on the inside of my cheek. God! Why do I write men like this? No, better question why do people love that I write men like this? I mean I know how fucked up I already am up there, but then sometimes I marvel at the crazed way my books gets massively devoured and sometimes it’s a freaking turn on. Christ! See? Sick in the head! I might need to see a therapist, well it’s been on my bucket list for years and I still haven’t made the move to get one yet!

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

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“What would the guys in those romance books of yours do?” I narrowed my eyes at him--- wishing I could just kill him. That son of a bitch read my books?! I knew that every single wolf in my rogue pack had given me side-eyes every time they caught me reading those pink books with big half-naked honks on the cover. Nobody dared to speak against it, mostly because they fear me... But what the hell was I supposed to do?! It wasn’t like I could gain any good, non-toxic relationship experience living as a rogue with men, most of whom considered women as objects to be used for their lustful desires.