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Stopping for a moment, I bite the corner of my mouth, pouting my lips as I scrutinize the rest of the words. Zeath intentionally handed me this book. I mean, we’re both adults. But did he know the content before giving it to me. And I didn’t check it either. It’s a fucking erotic book! “You read this?” I ask. I’m not surprised that he did, though. It just feels a bit odd since I’ve never seen him read a novel before. Talk more of erotic. He was more into newspapers—or I just didn’t look close enough to notice. “Yeah. It’s a kink series, actually.” Kink?? “Dark romance. I enjoy reading dark romance.”

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Before I could see their further reactions, I sped from her room and as I did so, all the special senses I once had went with it. *WARNING! DARK FANTASY/PARANORMAL! THIS BOOK CONTAINS DETAILED SCENES OF SEXUAL ASSAULT AND SLAVERY, ESPECIALLY IN THE FIRST CHAPTERS. IF IT EVER GETS TOO EXTREME FOR YOU, YOU CAN KINDLY LEAVE. THANK YOU FOR READING AND BE READY BECAUSE THIS IS NOT ALL FUN AND GAMES. IT'S A CRAZY RIDE THAT WILL MAKE YOU WANNA LOVE THEM, HATE THEM, HAVE THEM AND KILL THEM SO WATCH OUT!*

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

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

Electricity pulsed out of his hands and surged down my arms, heating up my body as it got lower and lower until it hit my core. Mason began breathing slow and heavy, he stayed silent as he leaned forwards towards my neck, and I didn't stop him, I couldn't. I was frozen, but not in fear, or a scared kinda way, this was different, and very strange. It was like the magnetic pull wouldn't have let me leave even if I'd wanted to. “Ahhhhmmmmm,” I moaned out loudly, as deep pleasure pumped through me when his lips connected with my neck.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

His hands finally came up from under the counter and clutched in its grip was a book–brown covered and without a speck of dust. “A cheque book?" I asked, arching a brow as I tilted my head. “You want to give me a cheque? I appreciate the thought, Ger Bear, but you know I ain't allowed in the back. You know what happened the last time I went there.” "It's not a cheque book,” Gerald mumbled before sliding it across the counter to me. "It's a spell book. One that can be used to summon the demon lord, Anakin.” I stood still, my fingers grazing the cover. "A spell book?” I asked and Gerald nodded. A strained laugh tore out of my lips. "Tell me you're joking, Gerald.”

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.

I could feel my own release building. I picked up tempo, hips pounding harder. She ensnared legs around me, clutching harder. One final forceful thrust, and I came—scalding semen spilling into her tightness. She shook beneath me, orgasm occurring as my seed flowed into her. The ritual ensnared her—her ecstasy overflowed to me, my immortality flowing into her system. I stayed inside of her as we had breathed. Her eyes locked with mine, shifted with dark craving. She was now mine, to be tied forever to this crimson thirst.”