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She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Title: "Your Daddy, My Obsession." JANUARY How does one go about seducing their almost father-in-law? I really, truly do not recommend doing an internet search. The results are heavy on p**n and light on answers. In the end, I’m left to my own devices.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

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She keeps sucking and humming, and stroking that perfect spot; my hips dance with it as tiny sweet sparks zip through my veins. It feels too fucking good. It makes me dizzy. My hips grind against her face on their own. The black-haired girl rides my face faster, moaning and cussing as I suck on her clit. I feel surrounded, overwhelmed, and so fucking used in the best way. My whole body is hot and aching, every lick and suck pushing that deep pressure higher until I’m shaking. Cairo leans forward. “You don’t have to hold back, baby. I want to see you fall apart.”

You're the first one. Damon: I can't say anything about the first one thing but I will make sure to be your last... With that, he pinned my hand on the bed making me yelped feeling aggressive pain on my burnt hand. His lips landed on my collarbone... I felt him sniffing my wet body... I struggled against his body but it has no effect on him... I gasped when his lips came in contact with my bosoms... He started to suck harder on them while his one hand kept on roaming on my wet body...

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs