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She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

“Shut up and keep stroking, slut. Yeah, twist your hand like that — fuck, that looks good.” “Your balls are so full. You gonna shoot a huge load for me?” “Only if you do first, bro. Come on, let me see it.” Their strokes grew faster, more desperate. Eyes stayed glued to each other’s cocks, watching every twitch and drip. The p**n became background noise. Mike came first with a deep, guttural groan. “Fuck— Kevin—!” Thick ropes of cum shot across his abs and chest, pulse after pulse as he kept stroking through it, eyes half-lidded but still watching Kevin.

“Theo’s release is moving. I want final terms. No more games. Tell me exactly what this ends with so I can walk away clean.” I stood up slowly and crossed the room to the hidden wall safe behind the dark wood panel. “Clean was never an option, Kai. But I’ll give you the truth.” My fingers closed around the single preserved page from that old journal. The paper felt fragile, edges worn, ink faded but the words still cut like blades. I held it up so he could see the crumpled evidence of what he’d done—his own handwriting from when he balled it up years ago. His face changed in an instant. Recognition hit him like a punch. “What the fuck is that?”

----------------- Content Warnings Graphic Sexual Depictions Intimidation Rape Physical abuse Sexual abuse Harassment Drugs Violence Depression Self-hate Suicidal Thoughts Open-door spice (I'm super detailed lol) Self-sabotaging FMC Note: Once again, thank you for taking a chance on me. This book is a lot slower than my other books, but I promise the MMC is worth the wait. You'll love him. For those who are not new to me, you will love him as much as you love Shane. (My P a t r e o n readers said this! So you better believe it! lol)

They moved deeper into the library until Pat stopped at a lone pedestal in the center of the room. Upon it sat a thick, dusty tome bound in what looked like pale, cracked leather. The cover bore no title, only a symbol: a blazing fire crowned by three horns, with jagged lines splitting its base. Pat opened the book carefully. “Mad Kings of the Underworld,” Jo read. She leaned in, studying the strange, curling script etched in faded ink. She flipped through the brittle pages until something finally caught her eye. A name. Malrik. Jo’s heart skipped.