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he muttered, squinting at the buffering screen. “Or maybe you just don’t know how to use technology,” I shot back, tossing him a fresh bag of chips. The kind he liked—spicy, the ones that made my tongue burn. His grin flashed, that cocky, maddening grin that got him laid more than it should. “You keep buying my favorite brand. Makes me wonder if you’d die without me around.” “Or maybe I like watching you suffer from heartburn,” I said, but my lips curled despite myself.

Then she finally blurted, “She told me about something called the bloody-sheets tradition.” I closed my eyes out of pure cringe. That was something I didn’t want her to know about, because it was nothing worth discussing and it was definitely something about my world that I absolutely despised. I grunted at the back of my throat and bit out, “It’s—”

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::

I hush her, but she’s already turned a few heads. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Lots of people are into it,” Debbie says. I blink. “They… are?” “There’s a really popular book series out right now, best seller, that has a BDSM relationship. Here let me write down the title for you.” She writes me a list instead. “This is the order to read them in.” Then she scribbles down a name. “This is the author.” She passes me the list and I look at it, unsure.

"Jason, I made a huge plate of food today. Huge wild meat, fully spicy, and garnished with jungle herbs. It is sitting right over there." She took my index finger and pushed it even deeper into the hot, fleshy folds of her pussy, letting the wet sound echo in the hut. "So tell me, stranger... would you like to eat that spicy food... or would you rather eat this hot pussy that is dripping wet for you?"

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I took the paper and opened it. It was a handwritten list, with titles of books I’d never heard of in my life. “Moonlit Surrender.” I read the first one out loud. “The Kraken's Forbidden Desire.” I looked at the next one. “Claimed by the Beast King.” I looked up at Nala. “What the fuck is this?” “Books.” “I can see that.” I looked back at the list. “Ravished by Moonlight. Surrendering to the Fire King.” I raised an eyebrow. “What are these?”

Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

My chest hammers against my ribcage. His breath brushes my neck. Hot, deliberate, tantalizing. He steps beside me, dangerously close, so close I can feel the slight shift of his weight. My stomach twists when I glance at the titles. Tempting Him: On His Desk Kamasutra: Teacher's Edition Oh. My. Fucking. God. I stare at the books for three whole seconds. “That’s not-” I spin to confront him, but he’s gone. Just gone. My head whirls down the dark aisle, rows of books standing like silent witnesses.