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he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

WARNING : THIS IS A MxM work of fiction (MALE x MALE fantasy romance) Please don't read it if you're against same-sex relationships or came here to leave hate. I WILL read comments and respond to every bit of hostility, filth, and disrespect towards the LGBTQ+ community. You CAN and absolutely SHOULD complain about my inability to write, but I won't tolerate hate speech towards loving people. ONLY 18+ READERS. The book contains violence, triggering content, foul language, graphic descriptions of nudity, and sexual content. I refuse to be held responsible for short breaths, raging heartbeat and dripping panties. You’re warned too, gentlemen, I see you ;)

,she pointed her chin at Hades when she asked. "You don't have to worry about that",Xavier evaded her question. "Just come with me to take it" He stretched his hand out, waiting for her to place hers on it. Layla was hesitant to believe him. Even when she knew he would never hurt her, the presence of the devil made her rethink it. In the end, she placed her hand on his. His hand was cold, unlike Riven's warm one. Xavier took her with him into an inner room where a large black book hovered in the air, surrounded with black smoke.

She watched as Zayne flipped opened pages. “You need to read this” zayne handed her the book with a page wide opened. Even though Quinn was scared, she took the book from Zayne. Her eyes popped out on seeing the heading on the page that was open, “GREY WOLVES WITH BLACK DOTS” And curiously, her eyes roamed the content of the page. Zayne watched as her eyes moved quickly on the book. He wasn’t hearing any word from her, but he knew she was reading it in her heart as her lips moved slowly without a word.

"How about the readers? Should they keep quiet when they enthusiastically express their thoughts and opinions while discussing their favorite novels with friends?" Once again, the author rendered Xavier dumbfounded. My enthusiasm grew as I reveled in the author's and Xavier's enthralling conversation. The author had proven himself to be a formidable opponent, testing Xavier's patience and pushing the bounds of their debate. The author, cradling the book in his hands, fixed his eyes on Xavier. "As a reader, you choose to keep captivating stories locked within, which is a cruelty in its own right," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly. Her legs shook slightly as she made her towards the chair. The scent of tobacco and rain filled her nostrils, registering a name at the back of her head. Xandros. She gulped. In all of her lives both in her imagination and reality, never had she expected to see Xandros sleeping. In a library of all places. A book was opened before him and she could see the title atop on of the pages. Tales of the dark. It was a book for Lycans. She could make that out, not that she would understand a shit about it. What she knew about them were the stories told. Nothing more.

She lightly presses her hand against the cold stone wall to steady her balance, her flushed face and slightly uneven breathing reflecting the heavy toll of the six rapid wine glasses. But as she rounds the corner toward the private executive washroom, her path is suddenly blocked by a massive, towering silhouette cloaked in a bone-chilling aura. Xavier Grayson stands directly beneath the soft corridor lights, his dark, bottomless eyes absorbing her vulnerable, alcohol-flushed appearance while his personal phone screen displays the exact photo Mrs. Han Xin just uploaded to her high-society feed. Before Chloe can even summon the voice to command him to step aside, his iron hand violently locks

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

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I looked down at see my favorite book ever, it's called Carter Reed, "What? It's a romance book about the mafia!" He took it off my and stood to his full height. His skimmed through the pages and frowned. I tried to take it off of him, but he held his arm up so than I couldn't even reach. "Give it back Noah!" He was still reading it. My eyes widen when he got to the page of the steamy scene. I jumped on him and climbed unto his head and shoulders to get the book, but he maneuvered it away from me.