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My neck was starting to hurt as he made me stare up at him from my position on the floor. “Same thing.” His thumb swiped on my lower lip. “Open your mouth.” ____ You can read the whole book, it's completed and available. Book Name: My Boss Is My Tormentor Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Billionaire Romance Office Romance Blackmail Bdsm. Con-noncon Controlling, Possessive ML Fiesty, Sassy, Virgin FL ____ A. Gupta

He attacked my sides, raking his claws down my flank. FUCK! I twisted, used the momentum to roll and--- fucking finally, got my jaws around his fucking throat! Guess who’s dead? He thrashed, trying to escape, but I wasn’t going to let him go. I tore out his throat, reveling as the blood sprayed the ground. One down!

And writing mainly thriller books, I know there's a loose end somewhere in the plot, the twist of the story. Damn him. "I'm just saying, most of your fans are women, so unless he's gay for you I'm thinking he's the errand boy." The man shrugged as he made a freaking point, clear as day and I groaned and drink more trying to slow down the beat of my heart while the slow burn of the liquid warmed my insides. "So, call your guys and tell them to search his place," "Already did," he smugly said, showing me the text he sent just now to my bodyguard, Jill.

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

POV: Cain I was not a man who frightened easily. This was not bravado; it was the result of a fairly thorough inventory of the things capable of frightening me and the quiet elimination of most of them over the course of twenty-eight years. The book had frightened me. Not its existence. Not even what it said — the mechanics of the bond, the threshold, the consequence of leaving it incomplete. I'd known pieces of that, the way you know a shape in dark water: the outline but not the detail. The book supplied the detail. The detail was precise and cold and answered questions I had been carefully not asking since the moment I'd felt the bond snap against me like a chain pulled taut.

TRIGGER WARNINGS #EWTLOPH is a dark Reverse Harem romance novel consisting of some sinister triggering elements that you might want to look out for. There is the occurrence of rape, graphic violence, bondage, assault, explicit sexual circumstances, and particular kinks such as breath play, impact play, blood play, masochism and more so watch out. You know what to do if it ever gets too dark and dirty. ~~~ THIRTEEN YEARS EARLIER ALYSSA

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.

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Chapter 3 Lyra's POV "Could you place your luggage here please," the security lady said, pointing to the conveyor belt with a bored expression. I quickly lifted my bag onto the scanning machine, watching it disappear into the tunnel. My chest felt heavier with each passing second. I hadn't slept at all last night, tossing and turning as I tried desperately not to think about Nathan. But every time I closed my eyes, I could see his cold face from yesterday morning, and hear his cruel words echoing in my head.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.