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Grace’s messages were odd… She nods. “Yes, I was on this site Mia recommended, it had all sorts of book recommendations, I checked the library, but it didn’t have the book. Mia showed me a website where I could buy the book and read on the tablet you got me.” she smiles widely. Then her face turns red. Is she blushing? “The book I was reading had a lot of those scenes. Mia told me they call those smut books. I didn’t understand a lot of the references. Like do you like it when a girl just thrusts her finger up your bum when you are getting a blowjob?” Grace asks. The woman by the next table head twists to us in horror. I look at my fiancée, I don’t know whether to scold her for saying that i

He grunts, pushing her off. "Stop being dramatic you big baby." She laughed and lay down on her stomach. The book pressed against her front in the most uncomfortable way but she refuse to turn upright in case Blake makes another way to pry it away from her. Blake smirked, flashing his white pearly teeth. "Are you trying to keep Raven close to your p*ssy?" He was referring to the male character that was pummeling the female character in the book. She gasped at his crude remarks feeling her face heat up more than it had. She didn't know it was possible.

Her eyes went to the books on the table, and she stood up and walked over. "Can I?" She asked, turning to me. "You can't take them." She nodded. "These are romance books. Smuts." She noted as she flipped through the pages. Her eyes sparked when she saw one she seemed to recognize. "Romantasy." Whatever the hell that means. "I never pinned you for someone interested in romance books." A smile appeared on her face now and I was grateful that she found something more interesting than me. "They are not mine." She turned to me fully. "Whose are they?"

Please exit this material immediately if you are not of legal age. This book is Rated 18+ for the following elements: Explicit sex scenes Mature language and erotic dialogue Adult themes including lust, fantasy, and casual sexual relationships Short, high-heat scenarios designed for quick adult entertainment Every story within this book is crafted with the intention of delivering steamy, unapologetic, and fast-paced erotica that satisfies the instant cravings of readers who enjoy stories of spontaneous passion, taboo indulgences, and sexually charged interactions. The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behav

I said, walking carefully around the room, studying her. The book she held in her hand looked like a romance that my mother read when I was small. She didn't move when my shadow fell over her, but jumped up when I snagged the book from her grasp. "Hey!" she shouted, jumping to reach it above my head. I turned my back toward her, and smiled at the page. "Reading smut, just as I thought," I said, lowering it so she could cradle it to her chest. "It's not smut. It's romance," she said, closing the book. "Not that I expect you to understand romance."

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I gasp as I begin to make sense of it, my mouth falls open at the full realization of what it actually is, the book falls out of my hand with a resounding thud. Francia marches over, about to yell at me, but stops short when she sees the book on the floor, and the box opened, she stares at my scarred face, and laughs. "You poor baby." She laughs at my expression "Porn in a book." I manage out, and she laughs harder "It's not funny, what does Erotica even means?" I say, and she grins. "It's a book dominated by sex scenes. We don't watch porn, we read it, like a fucking lady." She smiles, taking the book from the floor.

Trigger Warnings: Explicit content, grief, emotional vulnerability, past stalking, dominant/submissive dynamics . . . The rain had stopped, but the air inside the house was thick. Heavy with what had happened between them, and what hadn’t yet been said. Vesper lay on her side, the leather couch sticking to her skin in places. Her thighs ached. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her neck marked by his mouth. Her body buzzed with the memory of him inside her—his cock, his voice, the brutal, raw way he’d taken her.

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I guess I clear your misunderstanding. I used to feel demotivated but not anymore I will surely write this book and gonna finish this soon. I am really sorry if I scared my sweet readers here. 😘 It's a story of betrayal, obsession and lust. It also contains mature stuff such as abuse, rape. Read this on your own will.