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Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

I couldn’t have been more wrong. A deep bass thrummed through the walls as I stepped inside the VIP room, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The scent of leather and something musky hung in the air, making my pulse quicken. I blinked, adjusting to the low, amber lighting—and that’s when I saw it. Not rows of people sipping wine and discussing plot twists. No. Bodies. Moving. Writhing. Fucking. A man with dark eyes and broad shoulders stood at the front of the room, holding a book in one hand, his voice smooth and commanding as he read aloud from an erotic novel. His words painted vivid, filthy images, and everyone in the room seemed caught in his spell.

He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.

Every single line of her sight filled with books had her heart flutter at the scene. What more a true bibliophile would want if not for the world of books surrounding him or her at every good or bad moment of life? Kiara has smelled one of such classic books that has a pretty hardcover and amusing description, igniting a fire in her to finish the entire story in one sitting. Now, two hours later, she was engrossed in the book so much so that her mind failed to register another human joining her at the same table around five minutes ago.

"There you go, Elias. See? I remembered from the app order last week. Progress." He paused, cup halfway to his lips. "You remember every customer's name?" "Only the ones who make the shop feel... interesting." I winked. God, I was laying it on thick, but the way his eyes narrowed made my stomach tighten. He took a sip, then muttered, "Thanks." It was barely audible, but it was more than the usual grunt-and-leave. Small victories. The morning continued after Elias claimed his usual corner table by the window. He stared at his laptop, typing with those powerful hands. I imagined them on me instead. Gripping my hips. Tangling in my hair. Guiding my head down...

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

“Don’t lose your train of thought just because your professor’s cock is deep in your pussy.” The shame mixed with pleasure was driving me insane. I was dripping all over his lap, my juices coating his balls as he slowly fucked me, correcting every mistake with another thrust. “I’m sorry, sir,” I gasped. “The author employs vivid imagery to expose the protagonist’s forbidden desires…” “Good girl,” he praised, kissing my neck while grinding deep. “See? You write better when you’re stuffed full of cock. Now finish the paragraph.” I was right on the edge, trembling, when he suddenly lifted me off his lap. “Not yet. Bend over the desk.”