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And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

I moaned as he lifted me onto his desk effortlessly, knocking books aside. “Spread your legs,” he growled, ripping my panties down with one swift movement. “Fuck, look at this pretty little pussy. Already dripping for me.” He slid two thick fingers into me without warning, pumping them fast and deep. I cried out, clutching his wrist as pleasure shot up my spine. “Quiet,” he ordered, pressing his other hand over my mouth. “Anyone could walk by.” The thrill of getting caught only made it worse. My hips bucked against his fingers as he curled them just right, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

But the unexpected happened. In less than three weeks, Embracing Shadows exploded. First in dark romance communities on BookTok and I*******m. Then in support groups for survivors of domestic violence and trauma. The ratings climbed to 4.8 stars. The book reached the top of the best-seller lists in the adult romance category in Brazil and began to be requested in Latin American countries. Readers — and some male readers — reported finishing the book in one sitting, crying profusely. Maeve watched it all from afar, almost stunned. She continued her normal life: helping at Elias’s academy on Fridays, visiting Luka’s office, cooking for Zion and Matthew, and tending to the garden. But inside he

Julian The quiet night air was cold, but the dark, restless fire burning in my chest was hot enough to consume everything in sight. I hadn't planned on playing the villain tonight, but listening to the bastard inside that house scream at her this morning had set something lethal off inside me. If you keep touching me like this, I swear to God I'll sleep with a random man off the street! Her desperate, trembling voice had carried right across the narrow space between our houses. It was a bluff—a fragile, cornered weapon thrown out by a woman drowning in fear.

She just sat there with the hands that had been curled around my cock only a few days ago crossed demurely in her lap. And that’s how she came across. Demure. Butter wouldn’t melt sweet. Not that I was fooled by women who looked like that. Even before Taylor had blipped to life on my radar, I had been surrounded by women like that. First Darcie had ensnared the young biker Havoc with her English accent and needed to be saved and then there was Keeley. Who had made a born crime boss chase her for years. I liked both of those women. I liked them a lot and respected them even more because under all their femininity they were stronger than most men I knew. Maybe that is why I found Taylor so ca

My voice was shaking, wet, broken, and I could feel the drool sliding out of my mouth as Zion kept pushing his cock back into my throat. His hand was heavy on the back of my head, calm and unrelenting, forcing me to swallow every inch until my tears ran faster and my throat convulsed around him. Kev’s hand was buried between my thighs, his thick fingers pumping inside me, curling against every nerve that made my body jerk and spasm. I was being pulled apart from every direction—Tre squeezing my tits like he owned them, Kev spanking me raw while his fingers drove deeper, Zion splitting my throat open like he was molding me to him.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

“Read the titles as you ride,” he ordered. “Poetry of… oh fuck… Love,” I gasped. “Mystery… Thrillers.” “Make it dirty. What would you do in those stories?” “Fuck the poet,” I panted. “Solve the mystery with my ass.” He groaned, took the books from me, and tossed them aside before wrapping his arms around me and thrusting up hard. “Cum now. On the shelf.” I stroked myself fast, shooting ropes of cum onto the books, white streaks marking their covers as my body convulsed and my hole milked him.

“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”