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She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

Jack let the force of his legs explode through his hips, torso, and shoulders, sent the energy through his arms and into the bag. Only when he was completely spent, covered in sweat, did he let himself drop to the mat. But even then, he couldn’t rest. He reached for his phone and shuffled through the photos he’d taken of Ashley’s bizarre paintings. He paused the screen at the painting of himself in the grave, eyes open but unseeing. Blackwell’s other known victims hadn’t been buried alive. They’d been buried in pieces. The FBI had never done a full recovery. The bastard was keeping trophies.

She mumble something about office buildings and apartments before snuggling up into a fetus position and sigh loudly. I grab another beer from the fridge. 'Need something stronger' I mutter placing it back into the fridge rather opening the cupboard next to it and settling behind the kitchen counter with a glass and a bottle of vodka. 'I need to finish what I started.' I throw the first glass down my throat tingling with burning sensation then refill the glass to sooth my burning throat. The first glass is the worse. I need to get this dealt with tonight. I pick up the jacket draped around the back of the chair and head for the door, but once I feel the coldness of the door knob under my tou

Then I brought out a novel to read because it was awkward staring out the window and sipping coffee with a stranger sitting across from me staring at my face from time to time or operating his phone. “How far have you gone?” He asked “How far have I gone with the book?” “Yes,” he said smiling. “I’m still at the prologue,” I responded. “Oh, that’s chill, you seem to like thrillers, this book ‘ Kill for you,’ is an epic thriller, and only true fans of thrillers read it.” “I had no idea, I was just drawn by the book cover, but yeah I love thrillers.” “It’s a good one,” he said and I forced a smile. So he had read it before. “I could read it over and over again, it never gets old.”

They weren't joking when they said they'll have a word with my boss about my working hours. Instead of dying from embarrassment, I headed toward the book section, I could read while they aren't here. It's probably the last time I'll set foot in this place, my boss is one mean lady, she'll fire me for sure. Looking around the shop was fairly packed today, we weren't extremely busy, but not empty either. I was trying to catch a book from the top shelf, while keeping my short skirt down. I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

“Please fuck me, Daddy. Use me, fuckme, rail me, ruin me and destroy me again. I can’t stop thinking about your cock. I want it buried deep inside my pussy.” With a guttural groan he slammed into me to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch was even more intense than last time, burning so perfectly that my eyes rolled back and a broken wail tore from my throat, I quivered on the desk, hips twitching as my core adjusted to the overwhelming fullness.

And she thinks I don’t see through her. The secrets she hides like armor. The past she pretends never happened. But I know. And if she keeps testing me, I’ll use every piece of it. To own her. To ruin her. To make her mine. She’s not supposed to tempt me. She’s not supposed to survive me. But if she keeps playing with fire...She’s going to learn exactly what it means to burn. •°• Chapter 1 Thea Life is so unfair. I blink back tears as my fingers flex around the steering wheel of my old car.

But the true magic came from the books themselves. As Rowan moaned and writhed, every tome in the Grand Chamber opened. Golden text floated off their pages and sank into her skin like liquid light. With every new spell, every forgotten ritual, every erotic grimoire of pleasure that merged with her nervous system, her body transformed into the perfect vessel. Now, *every single word in the entire library* was an erogenous zone. Rowan screamed in ecstasy as knowledge itself fucked her. Reading the name of an ancient love spell made her squirt. Reciting a binding incantation made her nipples feel like they were being sucked by a hundred mouths. The deeper the forbidden lore, the harder the plea