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Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses. “You're so wet for your stepbrother, you little slut,” Jeff grunted in Katie's ears as he slipped a hand inside her core. She whimpered under his touch, clenching around those thick fingers like it was her lifeline.” I adjusted myself on the couch as my insides squirmed from what I'd just read. I imagined Jeff's dialogue as Ace's and the thought of it made heat spread across my skin. In a fit to suppress what I was feeling, I brought my legs together.

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

WARNING: THIS BOOK IS A DARK FANTASY ROMANCE: IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY DARK THEMES SUCH AS ASSAULT, VIOLENCE, TORTURE, DARKER SEXUAL AND EMOTIONAL CONTENT. THIS BOOK MAY NOT BE FOR YOU BUT IF YOU LOVE FANTASY AND ADVENTURE PLEASE GIVE THIS BOOK A CHANCE YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED.

Isabella’s POV My hands trembled as I slowly opened the bedroom door. The hallway was dark except for the occasional flashes of lightning outside the large windows. Thunder echoed loudly through the mansion. But somehow… None of that scared me anymore. Because right now, the most dangerous thing in this house wasn’t the storm. It was Sebastian Blackwood. And I was walking willingly toward him. My heart pounded violently with every step I took toward his room. Part of me still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.

He blinked, and the shielding of his eyelashes momentarily covered the beauty, naturally long and soft looking- feminine compared to the rest of his well-structured features. By the time the stranger's eyes opened again, that beautiful green that was vibrant turned into something so malicious, dangerous. Darkness engulfed the dark eyes, turning them into something much colder, demonic. Around his eyes, veins pulsed underneath his flawless complexion. "You'll regret ever being alive." His voice was just as deadly as he looked.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

Then the other one with the same gentleness. Like my feet were something precious. No one had ever taken off my shoes for me. Not once. Not ever. My throat closed. He looked up at me. His eyes were dark. And soft. And dangerous. "Lie down," he said. And I did.