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She nods and releases me, and I watch her walk away with her shoulders a little straighter. Similar conversations happen at every event. Women thank me for putting their experiences into words, for validating feelings they thought were shameful or wrong. Some are still married and working on it. Some are divorced and healing. Some are planning their exits. But men come too, which surprises me. They approach apologetically, saying the book opened their eyes to controlling behaviors they didn't recognize in themselves. One man tells me he bought copies for his sons, wanting them to understand what partnership actually means.

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

His eyes darkened instantly as they raked over me—taking in the vibrating toy, the cum leaking out around it, the wrecked state of my hole. “Couldn’t even wait till tomorrow, huh?” His voice was low, dangerous, that accent that never fail to turn me on thick with lust. He stepped inside and locked the door properly behind him. “I came back for my wallet I left in the store and the spare key… but looks like I found something better.”

God, and my clit… the damn thing throbbed in time with my pulse. He made these rough, animalistic sounds, and I knew he was close to coming. He pulled his shirt up farther, exposing the hard expanse of his hairy chest and rippling abs. My dad was built like a tank, with hard muscles and the type of masculinity that made him seem like a caveman about to throw you over his shoulder and drag you back to his lair.

“I read about it in a book, and I thought it might work well because of your baby bump.” “What book was that?” I ask “The Kama Sutra for Pregnant People?” He laughs. “No, it was called, How to Make Love When Your Woman is Prego,” he explains. I wonder if he would mind sharing the book with the other Alphas. As far as I can tell, none of the Alphas seem to have a problem sharing, which works in my favor. Reece holds me close, and I feel sleepiness descending upon me. Any more, sleeping, eating, and having sex are about all I do. I wish my life was more exciting, especially since I know everything will change so drastically once the babies are born.

Why won’t he leave me alone and fucking find someone else? I’m tired. So damn tired. I don’t want him in my life anymore. He’s too much—too confusing, too consuming. One moment he makes me feel like I’m fire itself. The next, he tears me down until I’m ashes. I slammed the glass back on the table, sucking in a shaky breath. On stage, the MC’s voice rang out, firm and full of life. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Blakewood!” My eyes shifted to the man stepping onto the stage, his suit the same from hours ago when we talked, his smile easy as he prepared to give his speech.

“I was thinking of you boxing me in, it’s like in one of my smut books.” “Is it now? I should read them maybe pick up a few tips,” he chuckles deep and throaty. “You don’t need any tips, trust me, Levy. You have seduction and the art of making a woman needy and satisfied down to a fine art.” “Do they turn you on, baby?” Now I feel embarrassed because well, yeah of course they do. Not to mention all the swoony men in them. I’ve lost count of how many book boyfriends I have. Although now I have my very own swoon worthy man.

My heart pounded with fear and excitement as he kicked the door shut behind him. “Tonight,” he growled, throwing me onto his king-sized bed, “I’m going to ruin you, Maddie.” I watched in awe as he pulled his shirt off, revealing rock-hard abs dusted with dark hair leading down to the thick bulge in his sweatpants. He stroked himself slowly, eyes locked on mine, and I knew I was about to be fucked like I had never been fucked before. And god… I couldn’t wait.

It's just a name, men can be just as stubborn as women when they want to be. "Okay, I will call you Kitty, if you get your arse up, dressed and sort something out with Alena?" I nod moving lying next to him. "What exactly can I do Master?" I know Alena's business; I am not so sure how it can help me though. "Well there are a few things, one is you can talk to women who have been through similar to you. Then there is pole dancing, lap dancing, body confidence courses, self-esteem courses, you choose Kitty." I look at 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