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Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

One year quickly passed leaving tons of questions and dramas, the TV adaptation of the first book of the three-part series is finally shown and it's immediately trended on social media. "Congratulations, Ms. Cela! You are now a certified blockbuster writer," Hyun said. "Thank you but I'm hardly a blockbuster writer so please stop saying that. Also, I don't want to hear those compliments that may lead to more work," Cela joked. "Got that," Hyun said. "But now you have no reason to decline blind dates and speed dating."

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Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

Hank’s heavier thrusts, the way he’d forced every inch into me while Roy held my hair. The taste of both of them on my tongue. The way they’d talked about me like I was nothing but a warm set of holes on the side of the highway—and how hard I’d come from exactly that. I should have felt filthy. Ashamed. Instead a slow, secret smile pulled at my mouth. My secret kink hadn’t just been fed. It had been fucking feast­ed on. Two older, thick, filthy truckers had used me exactly the way I’d always wanted and then left me dripping under a streetlight with their numbers in my pocket.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

And that was all I needed to hear. "What the f*ck are you two muttering over there?" North barked. "Sex talks," I replied to him with a smirk. "Now-" "Now, love," I told Vittoria. Immediately, we ducked and reached for the gun, just as various shots started to come from behind North and his guys making them drop to the floor like flies. North aimed at us firing a shot. "Sh*t this lunatic." I cursed as the hot shock burst into my shoulder, sending a burning sensation down my hand and shoulder.

My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home.

"Sit down." I sat on the cot and that's when I felt it. The burning. I looked down at my feet and my stomach turned. The hem of my wedding dress was shredded and dark with blood. My bare feet were cut up from the highway, the bridge, every surface between the church and here. I hadn't even noticed until now. That's what running for your life does. It makes you numb to everything except moving. Axel leaned against the wall and looked at me with his arms crossed. Not threatening. Just watching. "You got guts," he said. "I'll give you that."