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Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

“Even after marriage, there are still men coming to my door and eyeing my wife. It is infuriating and irritating. Why isn’t Harriet saying anything? Surely she can tell that I am a little jealous?” I was once again stunned by what I heard. After walking for some time, Zachary finally stopped and turned to look at me. “Is that man very close to you? Don’t linger at the gate speaking with outsiders in the future.” Then another thought followed, full of resentment and dissatisfaction. “She and I have never spoken for that long before.” I stared at him in bewilderment, unable to make sense of him. Was he not supposed to be a man ruled by his appetite, one who found every pretty woman irresistibl

Vague revealed that she still could see him in and out! Quinn peeked at Toro who was daringly exposing his body to the little lady. He frowned and smacked his peanuts with a book. “I think you should change the cover later, Old Man Quinn.” Alek Cider frowned as she glanced at the book sent directly to Toro’s crotch. “I don’t want to hold the dry semen sticking on it.” She then looked at Quinn whose eyes widened in shock. “Learn the difference between man and woman!” His cheeks reddened. He wasn’t used to the little lady’s savage mouth.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Brandon asked, unlike all of us he was the only one who was wearing a three piece suit for drinks on our boys night out. I was about to say nothing, but then looking at their faces, I changed my answer and said, “I fûcked up.” Alex, who was engrossed in a book titled ‘The first year’ up until now, put it down above the one named: What to expect when you’re expecting, and finally looked up. According to Dom there’s a carton of those books that he bought on their way here in the car. He stared at me, picked up his drink and finished it in one swallow and put his glass down next to the books then said, “I’ll collect on that bet later, Dom. Now, tell me how exactly did you fûck up.”

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.

He crouched down, grabbing Chole’s shirt and yanking him up slightly. “Listen to me,” Theo said, his voice steady, deadly. “You don’t get to decide her worth. You don’t get to break her. You don’t get to win.” His grip tightened. “You’re nothing. Just a miserable little coward who couldn’t stand the fact that she didn’t want you.” Chole sneered. “And what does that make you? The knight in shining armor?” Theo leaned in, his voice a whisper now. “No.” His lips curled into a dangerous smirk. “I’m the man who’s going to make sure you regret ever touching her.”

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.