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The luxury villa in Tulum was pure paradise, white marble floors, infinity pools glowing under the moonlight, and the distant crash of waves. But for me, it felt like the most dangerous prison I’d ever walked into. Mia, my best friend since college, was getting married in two weeks. And I was here for her bachelorette weekend, surrounded by laughter, champagne, and half-naked bodies by the pool. I should have been happy for her. Instead, every time her fiancé Jace walked into the room, my stomach twisted with guilt and raw, aching need.

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

Kelly’s POV I stared at the blank notebook page, the Christmas lights twinkling on the tree across the room like they were mocking my secrets. It was Christmas Eve, and instead of baking cookies or wrapping gifts, I was spilling my guts, every filthy fantasy I'd buried since puberty. My pen scratched furiously: Handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded, while he teases me with ice cubes. Hot wax dripping on my thighs, his mouth soothing the burn. Deepthroating him until tears stream down my face, gagging but begging for more. Bent over, his cock slamming into my ass, raw and unrelenting. And a dozen more, each one dirtier than the last.

We were both naked as we walked on the balcony of their living room. “I want you to fuck me here in your balcony. This is where you usually celebrate your anniversary with your wife, right? And you’ll celebrate another one next week. When you celebrate it, I want you to remember how you fucked me here. How my legs were widely apart for you. How hard you thrust yourself into my wetness. How crazy our lips meet each other like we were husband and wife. How lustful our body touched and mixed as one together with our flesh. And when you kiss your wife here, I want you to remember how you cummed inside my pussy.” I said those words like an enchant.

Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.

JAY'S POV The cold, vintage red wine stung my eyes as it ran down my forehead, dripping off the tip of my nose and soaking straight into the collar of my white shirt. The quiet murmur of the high-end restaurant died down instantly, replaced by horrified gasps from neighboring tables. I sat completely frozen in my chair, staring up at Sasha as she slammed the empty glass onto the tablecloth. "You are an absolute embarrassment, Jay," Sasha hissed, her voice cutting through the silent room like a blade. "Look at you. You are a pauper. You cannot even afford the bare minimum for a woman like me."

Our body fluids mixed into a scent that was to become my new olfactory fetish. “Call me Master,” he said softly, his ears resting on my lips. “Master,” I moaned, making enough hot air to make his body shiver. “Fuck yes,” he said, thrusts getting faster, eyes closed. “You own this pussy, Master,” I moaned louder into his ears, my hips meeting his thrusts. “Oh,” he sang in a way that softened me up, sending a vibration over my core.