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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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I lay absolutely still, looking at the roof, my bottom lip quivering as I waited for what was coming next. Each breath I took was rough and thick, almost hurtful as it left behind a burning sensation like I’d been running. Then, I jumped as I felt his palm close around my cock, fondling the limp meat like it was a cat, gently and softly so that I couldn't help the shiver that crawled up my spine. “You really do not have a thing for men in you, huh?” He muttered but I heard him, letting my neck lie to the right as I looked away.

I inquired, knowing how much I hated reading books, it felt like poison to me but I could make an exception for Elliot since reading was one of his habits. "It's a love story between a Rich young man who's searching for someone who's would totally submit to him and then a woman who's searching for a man who would reveal his dominance on her" He explained, watching Elliot explain that book to me was enough proof that I needed to read this book. "That's despicable, that's a weird match" We both laughed at my words, knowing how weird it would be for a man to find a woman who's going to totally submit to him.

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.

Not when she should’ve been holed up in the dorm watching Bridgerton with her vibrator like every other Friday night. But her roommate had brought some guy over, and Ava couldn’t stand the noises. The grunting. The stupid giggles. The way the headboard tapped like it had a heartbeat. So she came here to escape. And then she saw him. Jaxon Reed. Shirtless. Sweaty. Huge. His tattoos glistened under the overhead lights, stretching across ripped muscle and veiny forearms. He had that untouchable bad-boy vibe girls either feared or fantasized about. Or both.