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I smirked. “Yeah, this is hot,” Raghu spoke, drooling over the cover. Both Sri and I knew that he was not admiring the girl featuring on the cover. He was drooling over the bare-chested man whose body was shining like diamonds. “How do you read this and not get aroused?” Raghu enquired. “It’s personal,” I spoke, getting red in the face. How could I tell how aroused I was feeling just now but had no one to share that arousal with! I snatched the book and hid it in my bag.

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“This one’s not just about desire. It’s about power… and what people let happen when they’re caught inside it.” He went quiet for a moment, eyes still fixed on the page. “And that’s a dangerous game.” Adam closed the book halfway again, but this time there was no hesitation in him, just focus. “Whoever wrote this…” he murmured, “they’ve seen some real shit.” A faint, serious look settled on his face now. “Or lived it.” He picked the book back up properly. “Alright…” he said, more to himself than anything else. “Let’s see how deep this goes.”

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My eyes darted everywhere but at him because right now, I became painfully aware of how close he still stood… Too close. Close enough that I could see faint stubble shadowing his jaw, close enough to notice his nose flaring with each sharp burst of breath. That… that was what got me. The control. Men flirted all the time. They stared, touched. Some would have already pulled my pants down to my knees and taken me right there and then. But Maxwell… he looked like he wanted to but he'd rather pay attention to details, studying reactions instead of chasing them… That was true power and something about that power made the air suddenly feel tight.

Something that made my pussy throb and swell the longer I stood there taking in the sight before me. Let me give you a little back story. The thing is my boyfriend is your “typical man of dreams”, the one who buys gifts, surprises you with flowers, is five minutes from time to pick you from work, vacations… you know… over performing in everything but sex! Now watching the same spineless man on all fours taking such huge massive black cocks… too many thoughts were running on my mind at the same time! One of which included, taking a turn on him and showing him just how much, I’d loved to be rimmed.

🍆👑Chapter 1👑🍆 I have never desired a woman. Not once in my thirty-two years have I looked at the soft curves of a lady’s body and felt true hunger. Breasts, wide hips, the sweet scent between a woman’s thighs, they do nothing for me. I have fucked women before, of course. A king must produce heirs, after all. But every time I buried myself in a warm, wet pussy, my mind wandered somewhere else. I finished the job out of duty, never out of real need.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

The story had been a great distraction so far, and at that moment, I needed it more than ever. I loved what read about Letum, the book's male lead—about how dark and obsessive and utterly consuming his love was. How his devotion was terrifying yet breathtaking at the same time. He was the kind of love that swallowed you whole, leaving nothing behind but the person he wanted you to be. I wondered what that would feel like.

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.