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“How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.” “I presume you have read them too?” “I read them out of curiosity, and it was the love story is what I was more interested in. It had nothing to do with the sex scenes, it was the connection between the two characters that had me read it multiple times.” Why did I just say that to him? I’m an idiot he’s gonna know I am into those sorts of books. But for the reason I said yeah, I enjoy the smut and spice in them but it’s the romance connection that has me wanting to read them.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

Spit ran from the corners of my mouth onto the wood. “Condition notes for the binding,” he said next, still thrusting in slow, relentless rhythm. “Speak.” I tried to obey between the wet sounds of him fucking my throat. My voice broke on the words. He only pushed deeper, one hand steadying the back of my head, the other braced on the table beside my face. The rare botanical plates stared up at me while I was used like a quiet, obedient sleeve for his cock. When a louder moan escaped me helplessly, wet, he pulled free. A thin string of spit connected my lower lip to the head of his cock. My chest was heaving. My eyes were glassy.

"It doesn't even seem like a punch. It looks more like a massage." She folded her arms, squinting her brow. "I can see you want a baby so badly." "What do you mean?" "Do you know the implications of causing so many shirtless distractions?" I shook my head, brushing my fingers through her hair. "I've never heard about shirtless moments resulting into steamy moments?" "Do you even read books?" "Erotica you meant to say?" I grinned, sticking out my tongue and licking down her cleavages. I didn't have to be scared about sex. I've got myself covered.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

Lilith’s eyes flashed gold for a split second, “you’ll cum so hard you’ll think you’re dying.” Emma’s hips bucked wildly, chasing the fingers, shame and lust twisting together into something addictive. She could already feel the pressure building low in her belly, an orgasm that promised to be messy, shameful, and unstoppable. Lilith pulled her fingers out suddenly, holding them up between them. They glistened with Emma’s thick, clear arousal. Without breaking eye contact, she licked them clean, then offered the dripping digits to Emma’s lips. “Suck. Taste how fucking pathetic and ready you are.”

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

And a serpent doesn’t even a tightening in the chest at the thoughts of snitching on the monster. I grit my teeth, forcing my gaze to focus on the book that I don’t notice the presence behind my back until a deep gravelly voice brushes my ear. “Ah. Shakespeare.” He leans in, and I get a whiff of his intoxicating scents, danger, taboo, and expensive leather, reminding me of yesterday when he was buried deep inside me. “Not smut today?” “Yeah, well—” I pause and look back at me. “How do you know it’s called smut?”

It smelled musky and sinful and I wanted every inch of it. “Little liar ," he hissed. "Use that mouth for something other than the lies you keep telling me. If you please me, you get the book back. If you don't... I’ll show your sister exactly what her 'sweet' little assistant spends her time dreaming about. I'll tell her how much you want to be used." The thought of my sister knowing I wasn’t just a total smut-addicted reader but a real slut like the ones I read about made my stomach do flips. It was so humiliating, and it made me so wet I felt it dripping down my thighs.

She pulled back quickly, clutching the textbooks to her chest like armor. “Thank you,” she murmured, not meeting my eyes. “I’m fine. Just… clumsy this morning.” She looked flustered. More than flustered. Her breathing was slightly uneven, her nipples faintly visible through her blouse. The scent of her arousal was faint but unmistakable. The mate bond was hitting her hard, even if she didn’t understand why. I almost offered to carry her books to her office. Almost. But I knew how that would end — me bending her over her desk before she even had a chance to settle into her office. I needed to give her a little breathing room. For now.