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“Fine. One hour.” The back room was packed. Ten women, two men, wine glasses half empty, laughter already loose. Mrs. Alvarez presided like a queen, waving Damien to an empty chair right in the circle. Elena handed him a well-worn copy of *Midnight Claims*, opened to the marked page. “Your turn, Mr. Voss,” Elena said sweetly, sitting across from him. “We read aloud. Builds… connection.” He stared at the book like it might bite him. The group waited, grinning widely. Elena raised an eyebrow, daring him.

Chapter 1 – You’re Trouble, Aren’t You? It was one of those Chicago nights where the air smelled like rain and bad decisions. The streets shimmered under the streetlights, wet with the earlier drizzle, and the whole city buzzed like it knew something dirty was about to happen.

Finally, I get to the pizza shop. The place is cozy and warm, just what I need for the weather. As expected, heads spin in my direction. I ignore the soft murmuring and walk over to the table at the extreme. A male waiter comes to me shortly after. “Hello, ma’am.” He grins, holding a book tightly to his pants. “What would you like to get?” He’s a ducking stud. Hot. Sexy. Bad. I see how he grips tightly to his book in a bid to cover the swell in his groin.

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

So I think we can move from there to a deeper feeling. Christina, the one and only lady of my heart, I know as well that your heart beat faster when you were with me. I'm a vampire, I have acute senses, so you can't hide something like that from me. If this is not a sign that you have at least similar feelings towards me, then you can stab a stake straight into my heart, cut off my head and burn my body to ashes so that I will never rise again. Because if I can't love and adore you for eternity, my life will be completely meaningless. I have been alone for so long that for me rejection equals death. Forgive me for writing such things, and if it sounds like blackmail, but I write everything h

Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo)

But the amount of sacrifices I had to make, the kind of things I had to do, the amount of dirt I had soiled my hands in, I can't even begin to talk about it, but it's really bad. but then again, no big money comes clean. That I have to handle along side with our chicken only Restaurant; The hot pot And then the Fitness home; Legs up and then the Club; Garden of Eden, where sin was born. I've been thinking of a lot of things lately but Charlie just seems to take a large space in my head and it's somehow annoying because.. I've never had to deal with these kind of feelings before until I met him, I don't know if I'm going crazy or I actually like him

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

“I want to be dripping wet by the time we get home.” Dinner was sweet torture. The restaurant was upscale, with soft lighting and quiet music. Ahmad sat across from me, his knee brushing mine under the table every so often. Nathan’s hand rested high on my thigh, fingers tracing slow circles, inching higher. I could barely concentrate on the conversation. My pussy was already aching and soaked, my nipples hard against the thin fabric of my dress. Ahmad smiled at me. “You look a little flushed, Lydia. Everything alright?” I took a sip of wine, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just warm in here.”

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1